I want everyone who reads this to know that, while it was difficult sitting at my computer for months typing my story out so I could send it to Diane, my bestest friend in the whole world who will eventually edit out all my cursing and turn this into a book, it was all worth it. And not for outstanding reviews or being at the top of some best sellers list next to the latest Twilight book or any of that crap. Or for "promoting self healing" like my therapist thinks.
This is not for me.
This is for my sister, Kitty.