he would stroke my cheek and tell me made up stories . dont call me a pig , you whore . if i could n't do that , i had nothing . `` her death was n't for the best ! i could see something beyond her words that she did n't see . so , i dont blame you for blaming me , or for wanting to leave . i had needed it in order to know he was still with me . but thats the story youre stuck with . the six men standing in wait outside on the porch . 