I was telling you in my last post about the first court hearing, where ‘he’ changed his plea ~ again ~ to guilty, but his defense was that I was not eleven, I was fourteen. When I was told this by the policeman that attended, and was updating me, it made me worry.
Of all the things in the entire world that I could be good at, why does it have to be procrastination?
I was going to tell you about the various things that I am currently dealing with physically, but as you can see from Head, Torso, Knees and Toes PT1, I didn’t get far past the ‘head’.
Around the village, more and more people are being told about what has happened. My mum is so upset, and also angry that he doesn’t know how many people know.
Now that the ‘secret’ is out, my family have taken great comfort from their close friends. Prior to Twat Faces arrest, they were wary as to who they could tell.
I don’t know how I feel right now. I can’t quite put my finger on it. I’m happy, excited, yet numb and confused.
Yesterday was a difficult day; it was my interview with the police. I haven’t slept in almost 4 months with the anxiety of this trip.
During the church service where everyone offers piece, although there was little doubt that he would not approach whilst I was there, I did have to be sure, so I approached him first so that my mum wouldn’t be put in the position of facing him, and potentially choking him on sacred ground.
So Much Damage… I decided to stop smoking and stop biting my nails on this trip. I have smoked for 25 years, and despite health issues, including a very serious lung problem, I’ve never stopped.
The Journey Home. This is it, the day has come, and I am sat on the plane waiting for take-off and I feel… Ok.