Jessie Buttafuoco is driven to take back her life — for good.
It’s not easy, but she’s trying. And she’s making progress, slowly.
She’s no longer jockeying to be the best because her father was the worst. She’s no longer drinking and swallowing pills to bury the day that changed her family forever.
The San Fernando Valley is nearly 3,000 miles from Massapequa, Long Island. She’s 37, not 9.
“All the time, I go back and reflect on these really hard places,” Buttafuoco told The Post, “processing them and finding a way to heal.”
She doesn’t like to talk about May 19, 1992, a Tuesday morning. She figures either everybody knows the story, or can get the sordid details somewhere else. She does like to talk publicly, with brutal honesty, about how infamy pushed her to the