This is a true story comprised of a series of emails between me and a man in Belfast, N Ireland, and how Harry encouraged me to write about the 10 years I was married to an abusive man that nearly destroyed me. Alcohol turned my husband from a loving husband and father that I compared to a Dr. Jekyll figure, whom I loved, into the Mr. Hyde that I feared and couldn’t protect myself and my children from until he destroyed every bit of the love I had for him. Before that happened, I was emotionally destroyed until I doubted my own self-worth and self-confidence. Finally, I knew the next time Mr. Hyde appeared, he would kill me. It took my love for my four children that gave me the strength and courage to lift myself up by my own bootstraps, with four loving rocks tied around my neck, to finally break free and make a new life for my children and myself.