I will keep all the old journals I unearthed. I opened each to be sure it actually was written in and not blank, and found this in one:
My first husband, Peter, told me that if I ever left him, he would follow me to the end of the earth, find me wherever I went, and kill me, slowly and painfully--and I believed him. I had reason to. He'd already followed me and found me when I tried to run away. He'd beaten me, each time worse than the time before. But I kept running.
I am certain of nothing but the Heart's affections and the truth of the Imagination- John Keats