Chapter 26 - PRESTON’S LAST CONTACT
Preston contacted me once more when he was fifty-eight.
Through counsel.
He wanted permission to use the bridal-suite incident in a treatment program for men convicted of domestic violence.
Not my name.
Not business details.
His own conduct.
I agreed on conditions:
No glamorizing me as a Mafia bride.
No claiming I “beat” him in a duel.
No portraying the assault as mutual combat.
No implying my physical skill made what happened less serious.
He accepted.
Later I received a transcript.
Preston told the group:
“The woman I attacked was physically capable of defending herself. I used that fact for years to minimize what I did. Her ability to stop me did not make my decision less abusive.”
Good.
Then:
“I thought marriage meant I had a right to end negotiation.”
May you like
There.
Nothing else needed saying.
