I’ve been so patient, and I haven’t lied to my family when I have said that the delay doesn’t bother me as much I imagine it is bothering Twat Face. I would think that as much as he hates the process, he just wants it over.
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.
Back in Chapter 7 : The Damage Done, I told you about the atrocious tattoos that I got, and my terrible, illogical reasons for getting them.
I was wrong! In part 2, I suggested that going to the doctors may not be as helpful as it could be due to the time I would need to go through everything with the doctor,
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.
This week I went to church with my mum again. I didn’t think he would even go this week knowing that my mum would be there, but I know that if he did choose to turn up, he wouldn’t approach us if I was there.
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.