I would also like to note on the therapists out there, I tried three... one said, He probably did kill your daughter, the next one said, " it was my fault....NO WAY! and the third one said, Here's a prescription for prosac... needless to I didn't take the drugs, and I know what happened to my daughter and it wasn't my fault. The best thing that has helped me, was believing I was a good person, finding little things to do for people to show me I was good. I was always glad when they were appreciative, but that wasn't what I needed, I needed to know I was good, then when I really truly knew by my actions, I asked myself.. " If I am good, then where is the good I deserve... It took about three months and I knew I found him. When I had decided to leave no matter the risk, I was at the point of suicide, so there was nothing to lose even if he did kill me. I see through clear eyes because I took the time to show myself that I am good and worthy of honest open loving goodness, from myself and from others, and when someone is cruel, I walk away.