At a Christmas party thrown by a famous musician and his wife, I was hounded by Carl, the bass guitar player for a well known rock group. I tried to ignore his advances. Refusing to take "no" for an answer, he literally picked me up and carried me out of the party.

Carl and I had a whirlwind romance and ended up in Mexico. He went crazy after drinking too much tequila. Carl cried and yelled because he didn't want to fall in love, making such a scene the police were called. With me in the car, he tried to outrun them in a Porsche. We were caught and forced into the back of the police car. When we got to the jail, Carl attacked the Chief of Police and was thrown in a cell and beaten unmercifully.

Carl's love turned abruptly cold. This caused me to have a nervous breakdown and I was admitted to the mental ward of Mt. Sinai Hospital. When I was discharged from the hospital, a friend offered to take care of my daughter Heather until I got better.