I was almost three years into a hell I willingly walked into.

If it looks to good to be true…it might be a sociopath.

I was tender and healing and hopeful.

They were predatory.

Appearances were good…but great evil lurked below.

I set boundaries, which were crashed through with force. And rape.

Committed, I moved forward, and north.

Without a support system, I sought one – and found myself in one as sick as they were.

Behind my back, my children were harmed. In front of my face, they were groomed.

It began the first day of summer.

It ended near the end of summer.

I slept fitfully one day after a night shift. I dreamt of coming and going, in a dreamscape that wasn’t exceptional in any way – except for the narration.

In the background, I intermittently heard the word “misogyny”. The dream would progress, and again, like a skip in a record, “misogyny”.

I awakened puzzled, for though I had a vast vocabulary, I didn’t know what this word meant, or why it was the voice of my dream.

Hatred of women.

My true awakening began.

The nightmare of finding what somewhere deep inside – my darkest fear – was on the verge of happening.

I fled.

Only after did I discover the depth of horrors that occurred under the roof I suffered under.

Summer.

May they rot in hell.