Since 5 years, the images of the hell I lived from June 2005 to June 2008 haunted my days and my nights. It is simple: I do not live, I survive. If I decide to write it down today, it’s because I didn’t want to suffer more. But, I’m so afraid to tell about those things because the last time, when I resumed that to my beloved husband, I couldn’t support when he touched me, intimately or not.

This time, a video can talk more than words.