ABSTRACT
I was returning to Montreal to stay, though I didn’t realize this at the time. Convinced that the family would give up on me completely at this point, I didn’t know whether or not I would be able to bear their scorn, as even I was disgusted with my state of affairs. I had no real career to speak of, no place of my own to live in, no savings in the bank, and no prospects for a relationship. I wasn’t even depressed about all of this—I was just plain angry. I was angry with myself and my family, but I was particularly furious with men. I decided that I had to scrutinously examine what had happened to me these last ten years, so that I could continue with some sort of positive outlook. And because I felt I had nowhere else to go, I was back at my parent’s home. My old friends Claudine and Dermit offered to let me move in with them, but I didn’t want to interfere with their lives to that degree.