Dear Pietro,

     It has been 23 years since we were together, yet I had a very vivid dream of you last night.  Then I realized that today, is your birthday. 

     In the dream, we ran into each other, in a restaurant in Boston.  We spent the day together, and you were so kind to me, so loving, so gentle to me.  I realize now, that I never fully grieved our relationship, because in reality, it was a horror show, a real nightmare for me.

     You were an illegal immigrant from Italy, but you were working hard as a talented musician, and waiter, in the North End of Boston.  You were also working hard on me.  You seemed attentive, and caring to me.  I felt alone, and vulnerable in this big, bad world, and you knew it. You put a baby in my belly, much to my shock, after just 4 months of being with you.  You knew that a marriage to me would get you a Green Card. 

    But you didn't love your fetal baby, or me, because you began beating me, and finally I miscarried.  Once I was pregnant, your kindness disappeared, you were a truly angry person.  I was so scared, being young, pregnant, and fighting for my life.

     One night, you beat me for the last time.  I called several family members that night, but found no sympathy, so I almost ended my life, in a suicide attempt.  I survived, by the Grace of God.

     After that, I had to leave you for good.  In fact, I had to hide from you, for months, because you were stalking me.  But you gave my no choice, because I knew that in time, I would try to kill myself again, or I would try to kill you.  I've wanted to hurt you badly, because you killed my baby, and I was never able to conceive again. 

     Sometimes, when I am in Boston, I think that I see you, but it just turns out to be some other blonde guy with gold-rimmed eyeglasses, I'm seeing from a distance.  When I think that I see you, my heart beat speeds up, fear kicks in, I feel like I can't breathe, etc.  It's called Post Traumatic Stress Disorder.  And you did this to me, Pietro.  

     I doubt that our past haunts you, because you are a true Sociopath, but one day, you will meet our Maker and He, will recall how you hurt me, and destroyed that little spark of life within me.  May you burn in Hell.

Christine