If you had told me that this smart, funny, sensitive man who adored me would one day dictate whether or not I wore makeup, how short my skirts were, where I lived, what jobs I took, who my friends were and where I spent Christmas, I would have laughed at you, because there was not a hint of violence or control or anger in Conor at the beginning.
Ne se me thonit Qe ky djalë zgjuar, i qeshur  dhe i ndjeshëm, qe më adhuronte një ditë do vendoste në mundesha  ose jo te vija make up, sa i shkurtër ishte fundi im, ku jetoja, çfare pune kisha zgjedhur, Kush ishin shoqet e mija dhe ku do kaloja krishtlindjet, do kisha qeshur, sepse nuk kishte një aluzion dhune ose kontrolli ose inati te Conor në fillimet.