This weekend Bug and I watched Concussion with Will Smith based upon Dr. Bennett Omalu's medical discovery and his struggle to bring the realization of CTE (chronic traumatic encephalopathy) to the NFL. We both thought the movie was good and sad at the same time. Eerie but not surprising that the NFL brought down some shady stuff. Sadly (speaking of which), I don't find anything online that would suggest treatments or anything effective to help these patients, except maybe treating the depression part of it. In fact, the Mayo Clinic says there is no treatment for this disease and it needs to be studied further.
It brought back a flood of memories. I'm sure you know where this is going.
It took years to get a divorce from the serial killer. Yes, I said, YEARS-not months. I don't think I ever shared the court battles on here. I don't think I will but maybe give out some Cliff Notes of the ordeal. It was zero fun and nor do I wish to redo that experience. In the end, I had to fire my attorney and go pro se. I don't think I have totally shit my pants in court, until the day I became a "lawyer." Luckily, I had a very kind judge who was patient with me. I studied hard and in about two weeks I was ready to be an attorney.
So roll the time forward and it was the deciding day on the stand after firing my attorney, hiring a PI out of Chicago, PI investigation to track down my husband who was avoiding service and contact-and still did to the end, publishing in the newspapers, etc., etc., the whole ball of wax and the whole shebang. In fact, he never made a court appearance. Everywhere I went I was told my attorney should be doing this and that. I told them I AM THE ATTORNEY, bitches. It was exhausting. Those attorneys are worth their prices...well, most of them.
Judge H. reviewed everything very carefully.
JUDGE H.: Ms. Loving, are you sure there is nothing the state of Indiana can do to reconcile your marriage?
Ok. Now I was forming sweat beads because I didn't want this to delay any further. It had been FOREVER already. Good night I was going to be ancient before I was free from these shackles and this black cloud. And surely, I did not want to have sex in sin. Who wants to be naughty with a married woman?
ME: No, sir.
JUDGE H.: Ok. Ms. Loving, are you sure you do not want any of this property back in which Mr. Loving has in his possession which you brought to the marriage? It looks like he brought zero and you have given him thousands?
ME: No, sir. He can keep it. I am sure he pawned the ring anyway. The furniture, household items, and paintings he can have.
JUDGE H.: Ok. Did he give you a ring? I need to list everything.
ME: No, sir.
JUDGE H.: He didn't give you a ring?
ME: No, sir.
JUDGE H.: Ok. [muttered something under his breath that I could not hear]
I am sure the judge was looking at the stupidest broad in history to marry a man who did not produce even a ring. Yes, I was the stupidest broad in history. Bam.
And so the Judge did his thing and granted me free and clear...legally divorced. Ah. What a great feeling it was. He also made sure I had an original copy with his signature. We signed like 4 copies. He knew I needed to have it official and in my hands on that day.
Relationship Status: Sleeping In My Bed Diagonally
As I was gathering my things and preparing to leave....
JUDGE H.: Ms. Loving?
ME: Yes, Your Honor.
JUDGE H.: Do you think your husband suffers from that concussion thing from the NFL?
I thought about it that for a moment. I knew I definitely had brain damage. But him?
ME: You mean my ex-husband?
JUDGE H.: [smiled] Yes, I mean your ex-husband.
ME: I'm not sure, Your Honor. It could be possible.
JUDGE H.: It sure sounds like it. I wonder if things would have been different for you. Sad deal.
ME: Yes, sir.
JUDGE H.: Ms. Loving, do me a favor.
ME: Yes, sir?
JUDGE H. : This has been the longest divorce proceeding in my history, I believe. If you get married again, find someone who is good to you. You deserve a nice fella. I can say I will be glad to never see you again. [giggle]
ME: Yes, sir.
JUDGE H.: Good luck to you, Ms. Loving.
ME: Thank you, Your Honor.
And so there was this one time....at Indiana district court... where I stood there in a high dollar suit and lied straight faced to the judge while posing as a lawyer. I don't think I have been that dirty in all my life.
No, I don't think the serial killer suffers from CTE endured in the NFL. I just think he is a bi-polar violent asshole who self-medicates with alcohol.
I really wanted that to be my answer.