It took my body a good three weeks to fully heal from everything, but mentally I still struggled. My therapist insisted on seeing me twice a week, once one-on-one and once in a group meeting with other women. She and the ladies in the group told me how I was feeling was normal after what I had gone through. Knuckles has been there the whole way too. He has been the most patient, probably more so than me. I get frustrated quickly with myself. Things that have never bothered me in the past seem to bother me. For the first month, I couldn’t sleep in the same bed as Knuckles. If he so much as rolled over and brushed up against me, I would have a panic attack. Through all of it, he was so patient and understanding, and I kept wondering how I got so lucky. He never pushed me, letting me take my
