I couldn’t find enough drugs to make me happy. I couldn’t find enough alcohol to make me happy. I couldn’t find enough women to make me happy. I had all the money I wanted. I just couldn’t find happiness.
There was a lot of infidelity and secrets, and lies going on. It seemed like it was lies layered upon lies. I became what I thought to be a really good dentist with a really good practice.
I could tell him things I couldn’t tell my friends. I later learned that’s what women who are abused do. They keep it a secret. Well, everything in my life was a secret anyway.