So we'd done it. After everything that had happened before the wedding, we were actually married. Pinocchio No Strings had become my husband. We'd had the wedding. We'd gone on honeymoon with the kids. Then we came home and went back to ordinary family life. Except something started happening to me that I didn't understand. I started having panic attacks. And they got bad. Really fucking bad. At First, He Didn't Understand Unless you've experienced a panic attack, I think it