The house was always clean and something was always cooking. My father worked construction and my mother opened the first Caffe then, so I spent a lot of time at Nonna's. It was only around the corner...

A true story of my first relationship ever. A dark abusive relationship which has made me both strong and weak. I was just a "little girl" only 17 or 18 when this particular incident occurred. Now at ...

A story/poem of a strong woman turned weak over a long relationship with Mr.Gaslight.

the light at the end of a dark relationship.

You don't like the words I speak, when I repeat the words you spoke when you were weak.

The truth is, I am lost and trying to choose a way.