I was young when the abuse started. It came from every angle. Struggling for many years, I wasn’t sure I’d ever have a chance at real love and true happiness. At the age of 31 I figured I was too old for that sort of thing. Then I met a man in Scotland.

I was moving to a foreign country to get married to a police officer I’d known for seven years. I would finally be happy. I had no idea that my entire life would change once more, and I’d be forced to either subject myself to abuse beyond anything I could ever imagine, or end my life unceremoniously, death by train.

There is no way to seek court justice across international borders against a broken justice system, much less against a police officer. I’d have to figure out a way to take matters into my own hands.