I went to work. That was a turning point. When you have to do eight shows a week and your name is on the marquee, no matter what is going on at home or what's on the cover of the newspapers, you've got to do your job.
Every story was being made up. My true friends weren't the ones speaking. It was people who never knew me, making up stories. Even my local paper put a $1,000 bounty out for information about my whereabouts.
If we could have somehow stayed away from the public and the press, it might have been different, but every private issue seemed to be played out on the front page.
I think what he loved about me the most was that I wasn't part of that world. But once we were together publicly, he wanted to change me into that social animal.