I pray that I never have to see him again, but I live in fear. Like you, I pace the halls and compulsively check the alarm and locks (both of which I changed). It seems that anyone who prays on infants is a total weenie (for lack of better terms), so he probably is not coming. If I had my way, we would move. Hubby says that is a little over the top and he loves his job, the city and our home. Everytime I see a car in the same color, make and model as the perp's my heart does a flip flop. This is definitely taking years off of my life. The perp lives way too close for comfort. I am avoiding all of the places that I know he frequents, but what about all of the places I don't know???
The family thing is still an unknown. I am not talking to his wife, but she calls Hubs and occasionally he talks to her. She asks about everyone, but me. What does she think, I made this up? Psycho! I feel like she is waiting for "proof". I am not sure what she will choose if he walks. To be honest, I don't know what I want with her either, but my heart breaks for my poor, sweet husband.
The detective says the goal is a confession. Even if they get one, what happens? I don't know if that promises a jail cell? I really can't waste my time worrying about this. Did anyone's perp suicide? That wish has been expressed by some of my family. Again I can't waste my time on that creapy looser!
Think good thoughts for LP at the T tomorrow....
Sun
Posted on Nov 4, 2009, 7:46 PM from IP address 71.58.210.217