My day finally came. Literally, hours before we were to go to Court, The Devil and The People came to a plea agreement. The Devil would plead “no lo contendre” or “no contest” to the misdemeanor charges. The felony charges (6) would be dropped. The number of misdemeanor charges would be reduced to those where major injury occurred, and the medical documentation that I had could substantiate the charges (i.e. my broken hand, my broken finger, trips to the Emergency Room for concussions). If you understand the law, you know what “no lo contendre” means. If you do not understand that term, simply put, it means that The Devil knew that by a preponderance of the evidence he would be found guilty. So, rather than take his chances at Court, which he and his counsel believed would not be good, he chose to plead “No contest.”
I would be given an opportunity to give a Victim’s Impact Statement under oath.
The video would be played.
I wrote my statement. My divorce attorney reviewed it, as did my therapist. So did my Victim’s Advocate. I will not share it here, because to do so could reveal details about the case, and as I have stated before, my privacy and anonymity is very important to me. The only reason I ever wrote this blog was for my own healing and to help others.
I read the statement in Court. It was one of the hardest things I have ever had to do, and yet, one of the most healing things I have done. I looked The Devil’s Parents straight in the eye and told them, had they chosen to help me, we would have never gotten here. I told them that they had raised a monster of a son, and the other children weren’t much better either. I got to recount the drug addicts and the other criminal that they had raised. I wanted The Judge to know.
When all was done, the Video was played. It did not end as The Devil had hoped.
The Judge, in all of his infinite wisdom, saw right through The Devil’s plan. He likened the video to a politician’s “political spin” when they commit a criminal act, or do something else wrong. He called it wrong, distasteful, etc. He said that I was a victim of abuse.
I felt legitimized in the eyes of our broken system of justice.
No one really heard that, that day though. No family present. One friend and my Victim’s Advocate. That was all. The Devil had forced everyone else away.
In the end, The Devil was sentenced. He was pronounced guilty by the Court.
Again, without going into all of the details, The Judge came up with a creative sentence. It was far less than I would have hoped for, but it was something.
The Devil would serve one weekend a month in the county jail for one year. The Devil would have a criminal order of protection leveled against him, where he must stay away from me for four years. The Devil was placed on probation for 4 years. He was to stay away from drugs, alcohol, gambling, and was sentenced to GET A JOB. He was not allowed to leave the state. He could not travel. He was to have no contact with me whatsoever.
While I wanted more, I was somewhat satisfied with what The Devil received.
At the end of the proceeding, as the Judge finished rendering his sentence, The Devil, out of order and out of time, started to speak. He pleaded with the Judge to view the video again. He stated he was the “victim” and I was the abuser (a common theme amongst these abusive men when they are forced to face their crimes) and he begged the Judge for another chance to hear him. The Judge told him three times to be quiet before the gavel came down. The Devil was crying.
The Devil did not cry for me. He did not cry for my children. He cried because of his poor pitiful self. His con was up. And he was making one, last ditch effort to con again.
But it wouldn’t be the last of the cons. I still needed to get through the divorce. Federal Law needs to be enacted that in the case of intimate terrorism aka domestic violence, that, if proven, divorce be immediate. Instead, the way our laws are now, an abuser can continue to abuse his victim to through the civil legal system, because there is nothing stopping them. This is the terror that I would now live for the next year.