The omnibus hearing next Monday will probably only take a few minutes.
It's funny how I find myself dwelling on the fact that he hasn't had to be called out AT ALL for what he has done thus far. Showing up in arraignment court and having your lawyer interrupt the judge before the judge could read the charges does not equate to having to sit down with a police officer and tell all the awful secrets you've had to live with for seven years.
Rumor has it, he's concerned about losing his job over all this.
If I were him, I'd be concerned about losing my sphincter muscles. My job would be the least of my thoughts.
I don't know why these revelations continue to amaze me. It's like, every now and then, I want to try to tell myself that I can't possibly be right when I recall what a hurtful ass this man is. I can't possibly be right when I say that for seventeen years, all he ever thought about was himself.
But then I start recalling things he said. Some rather "normal" things he said were along the lines of "I don't know what I would do if something happened to you. I could handle it if something happened to the kids, but not you."
I remember things like this and then I follow it up with some weak phrase like "At the time I didn't think..."
How many of us have a partner or spouse that says things maybe three or four times a year that make you stop in your tracks and cock your head to one side and go "What?" And then life continues and your kids need dinner and the dog needs to go out and you do a Kristi Yamaguchi and skate right past the moment.
There are so many more things that he said which, in hindsight, makes me just want to curl in the fetal position. Things that I would bring forth in a trial which would illustrate just how fucked up he was and how stupid I was.
Hindsight is a dangerous weapon.