in a nutshell:

Way back in 1963 an unwanted baby was brought into this world. Coached by her wicked father, she learned about sex and practiced it with him and others. Wicked uncles would rape her, in her bed. Wicked father would rape her, now and then. 

Cradling by angels kept her alive. Regular visits by Saint Christopher kept her alive. Celebrating her resilience was caring, patient Christ. 

Random opportunities for love fed her soul and spirit, pointing her toward a true love. Rare opportunities of peace reminded her of how things could be. 

Reading books about love and relationships rocked her with foreshadowing. Catching her up on things and revealing other things were synchronicities, throughout her life. 

Charm school dropout, she was disrespectful and rude when boundaries were crossed. Phony folks rubbed her so wrong, she couldn't be nice. 

After giving in to nagging thoughts of 'why me,' she cried for days. She cried all night and just as she fell asleep in the morning the phone would ring as a wake-up call for the roommate, creating a lack of sleep. She had no appetite and had only a bowl of soup and one taco for the week. 

Friend, this was the end of any respect from others, if there ever were any to begin with. From then on she was  viewed as weak and, "we didn't want to hurt your feelings" was  commonly said to her.