My parents love me. They will love me no matter what. They would come visit me in jail. They would not defend me raping somebody.

I remember when Irreversible came out and people were horrified about having to watch ten minutes of the one-take graphic rape of Monica Bellucci. It was awful and incredibly upsetting; I barely managed to sit through it.

Yes, my husband’s mild emotional abuse became extreme after we had our child and I suffered horrible postpartum depression. He would claim to be doing everything “right” and get angry when I didn’t start getting better immediately. I became a symbol to him of his failure and he hated me for that.