My Silent Prison

<p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>I hope my story won't be yours.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Expensive homes. Household help. First-class travel. Gorgeous clothes and exquisite jewelry. Everyone thought </span><strong style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>Nunzia Mondo </strong><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>had it all.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>No one knew about the constant corrosive verbal abuse she endured from her husband. No one knew about the black eyes she suffered at his hands.</span></p><p></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>The cumulative effect on Nunzia of thirty years of emotional and physical violence was confusion physical ailments and destruction of her self-esteem. Unable to share her reality with others she convinced herself that she was inherently faulty. Who would have believed her anyway?</span></p><p></p><p><em style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)>My Silent Prison</em><span style=background-color: rgba(0 0 0 0); color: rgba(0 0 0 1)> is more than one woman's memoir of persevering through a living hell. With self-deprecating wit and empathy Nunzia shines a spotlight on the darkness of living through spousal abuse illuminating the way for others in similar situations to do what she ultimately did: escape decades of captivity and reclaim her life.</span></p>