Don't come here – there's no point. Russel's completely lost it. It's not safe here.
I'm trying to be understanding, I know what he's been through – I even scolded our son for being selfish and trying to escape.
Now I know he was right – getting out is the only way. I can't even talk to Russel like a normal person anymore. Last week he laid new mines and forgot to tell me about them – one step in the wrong direction and that would've been the end of me. This house is starting to look more like a prison. Still, at least in prison you know what to expect, but here...?
