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Wedding Day September 8, 1973

We stayed at the Southampton Princess Hotel on their gourmet
dining plan. I had been to Bermuda twice before and it was one of
my favorite destinations. I believed a lovely place like this was going
to be a wonderful beginning to our lives together and that we would
surely share a happy seven days there.

On the first day, we took a harbor cruise on a touring boat. I
was using Fred’s camera (funny that I’m a professional photographer
now) and, for some reason, he didn’t like the way I was holding it.
He got nasty and verbally abusive. I walked away from him and went
to the upper deck, laying down on a towel to sunbathe. The next
thing I knew, Fred was straddling me, with his hands around my neck.
After pushing him off, I kept my distance from him for the rest of the
boat tour.

Upon returning to the hotel, the repentance scenario with tears
repeated itself. The remainder of our “dream” honeymoon was cast
into what felt like a heavy fog, as the reality of my predicament began
to set in. Fred acted like nothing had happened. He just had that