I have been contemplating on what I should write, I am no longer searching the dark corners of my mind for material, mostly because it is right in front of me.

People spend a lifetime hiding their most intimate secrets, ashamed or worried about what others may think of them; I do not have this luxury.

The manifold that is my life includes so many once hidden treasures of emotional word candy. I use to believe (like most do) that I had to hide in the corner, face to the wall on my knees, arms bound with guilt and shame.

I have been reluctant to start this new journey because my story impacts so many. Do I change names, do I alter the story, do I ask for permission?

The first two are out of the question, the story would not be mine nor would it be true (as the title indicates). I want to take a minute and describe the actors in my life, and I say actors as to me the relationship although real for the most part was fictitious.