Serial monogamy was not the way of the times. Most people around her were married, whether happy or not, who knew. Her parents wanted her to get married. Her mother let her be, her father could not understand. He had no faith, trust or whatever it took to just let go and let her take care of herself. Nobody did. Perhaps it was because she was a little strange and unusual. They felt that she would not put things in words that the majority could understand. She fought many little fights to get to that stage. She had no idea why. She was definitely a rebel with absolutely no cause at all, but to fight, every little fight.

Many men had come her way. They were all intense periods of love and learning. her body was her own, she learned to have sex without guilt and be grateful for all the love she got. Sometimes she was tired and sick of herself, but she could not bring herself to apologize for a biological urge.