Tomorrow, meeting w/attorney (re: same subject, with interesting twists that make me sick to my stomach). Ugh. This time, I'm going to be armed to the tooth with...well, everything. I've been convinced by detective who worked issues of my case as well as my attorney that I'd be CRAZY to lie down like this. And so...wish me luck. We're getting our list of witnesses to be subpoenaed tomorrow which will include some people who will definitely not want to be there (doctors, exes, current live-ins, dealers; and worst, a child); legally, they have no choice but to attend, which is the good thing. Perjory alone will kill two or three of them, and my attorney feels that just ONE LIE will take them down. Oh, indeed, lies will be told about the defendant by defendant (and others re: defendant); and we're going to push for jailtime in addition to everything else. This is sickening, but it's got to be done. I realize that now. Had hoped in good faith things could be different. But a leopard doesn't change its spots.
Thanks to all who have encouraged me (particularly those who know specifically what I'm talking about). You guys have given me strength to carry this through, pictures, tape recordings, scars, police reports, hospital stays, diagnosis and all to the very end of what will be a bitter, long court case.
Seems like my life is just getting good. That life? Is going to be ruined in every way/extent possible. C'mon...you don't let someone literally walk all over you, break into your house, ruin your life literally, climb walls to 'see you', and then not do anything about it. It's time. And that's all.