Let me guess... You think I'm one of those people who just need someone to talk to. That maybe if I did, I'd cry my heart out and cling to them. That I want mommy to hug me and make all the bad dreams go away.

I don't want pity. I don't want to tell a sob story. I fixed my problems by cutting his head off.

I didn't feel guilty. I didn't feel regret. I didn't break down in tears. I liked it.

And I'd gladly do it again.

So, no. I don't have some repressed desire to tell you about my woes or how I got to where I am. It happened and that's the end of it.