More thoughts & admissions from the not-so-nice sides of Ed Randazzo
I spent most of my 20s consumed and numbed with sex, porn, and alcohol—and I enjoyed it.
In 2005 [aged 26], a man who I thought loved me—raped and mentally terrorized me. I did not enjoy this. And this is the third time that I am mentioning it.
I was lucky enough to escape that mess. (We're talking Dateline NBC bullshit!)
You don't expect something like this to happen to you, but I knew that I wasn't immune. Given my gained perspective, I'm not surprised that he could have done such a thing.
Dumpster fires make life more interesting; luckily, I didn't get burned too severely by this one... physically, at least.