This really horrible memoir by this woman who married a violent murderer Jason Staples who brutally beat his female roommate to death because she didn't want to have sex with him. The author called him a "gentle giant". She helped him by marrying him and moving him to a different city in Ontario, giving him some respectability, making people around her think he was a good man. He kidnapped, raped, and tortured two women the first weekend she went away after they got married.

The author proceeded to make every possible excuse for her rapist and murderer husband, cutting off people who thought she was making him out to be the biggest victim of his crimes, complaining about the lack of support for the spouses of rapists while insisting that when it was revealed that her husband had put video cameras in their bathrooms that she be the one who told the victims not the police or victim's services.

Oh, I forgot one of the worst parts. She actually quit her job as a guidance counsellor because the school board insisted on following proper safeguarding procedures and refused to tell her the identity of the teenage son of one of her husband's victims.

The entire book is a narcissistic screed of the highest order and it's a shame that she's used it to propel herself to the front various charities and movements.