She knew her story would raise eyebrows and stir controversy.
The story needed telling no matter how many people might squirm; the truth had a way of doing that.
She expected mixed reviews, but the scorching reprimand from her closest friend caught her by surprise.
“Skeletons should stay buried, not pulled from the grave of past sins and used as a legacy of shame over people,” her friend scolded.
“Let the chips fall where they may; this is my story, my experience, my truth to tell, so let the squirming begin.”