If you had told me that this smart, funny, sensitive man who adored me would one day dictate whether or not I wore makeup, how short my skirts were, where I lived, what jobs I took, who my friends were and where I spent Christmas, I would have laughed at you, because there was not a hint of violence or control or anger in Conor at the beginning.
Hvis nogen havde sagt til mig, at denne kloge, sjove, følsomme mand, som forgudede mig, en dag ville bestemme, om jeg skulle bruge makeup, hvor korte mine kjoler var, hvor jeg boede, hvilke job jeg tog, hvem mine venner var, og hvor jeg holdt jul, så ville jeg have leet. For der var ingen antydning af vold, kontrol eller vrede i Conor - i begyndelsen.