My hands are shaking as I write this.

I still have nightmares, multiple times a week.

I’ve struggled to get these words out of my head for more than a year now. I thought I was ready a while back to talk about all this, but I guess I wasn’t. Maybe I’m still not. This is by far the hardest thing I’ve ever written, but I can’t stay silent anymore.

On one of my first dates with my ex and former co-author, as we walked down a road that would later inspire the name of our publishing company Thorntree Press, she told me, “I am not a compassionate person. When I get…