Well, you know, it's really been, you know, quite a trip for me.
I mean, they call it Stockholm Syndrome and post traumatic stress disorder. And, you know, I had no free will. I had virtually no free will until I was separated from them for about two weeks.
I finally figured out what my crime was. I lived. Big mistake.
You know, my daughters have been through their entire lives and knowing about my case.
I became as much of a believer as I was capable of becoming.
I'm a coward, I didn't want to die.