Karraster
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(It's a secret.)
Lil Buddy, what have u done with Sleuth5?:floorlaugh:
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(It's a secret.)
Many many years ago, a police officer called my mother's house to say that he was holding my brother in protective custody to stop him from jumping on the subway tracks and killing himself. I went to help my brother and met this officer.
A nightmare day and night later, this officer called and wanted to speak to me. He told me that my brother had said a lot to him, that he wanted to help me, and that hearing what my brother had told him would help me. I said yes, of course.
I thought it was a little strange that he asked me to come to his house rather than the police station, but he explained he was helping me on his own time. I went to his house. I was stressed to the point of breaking down myself. I needed answers. He opened the door and within 20 minutes I was being raped.
Was it my fault that I trusted him? Was it my fault that he chose me because I was the perfect victim-vulnerable in a thousand ways? That until that exact day I believed all people are inherently good and that even if they made really huge mistakes, they should be forgiven, because compassion should always trump anger?
No. It was the rapist's fault for raping me. And it was the killer who killed Travis, a man who very much wanted to live more and longer and better, and who was in no way whatsoever responsible for his own death.
Many many years ago, a police officer called my mother's house to say that he was holding my brother in protective custody to stop him from jumping on the subway tracks and killing himself. I went to help my brother and met this officer.
A nightmare day and night later, this officer called and wanted to speak to me. He told me that my brother had said a lot to him, that he wanted to help me, and that hearing what my brother had told him would help me. I said yes, of course.
I thought it was a little strange that he asked me to come to his house rather than the police station, but he explained he was helping me on his own time. I went to his house. I was stressed to the point of breaking down myself. I needed answers. He opened the door and within 20 minutes I was being raped.
Was it my fault that I trusted him? Was it my fault that he chose me because I was the perfect victim-vulnerable in a thousand ways? That until that exact day I believed all people are inherently good and that even if they made really huge mistakes, they should be forgiven, because compassion should always trump anger?
No. It was the rapist's fault for raping me. And it was the killer who killed Travis, a man who very much wanted to live more and longer and better, and who was in no way whatsoever responsible for his own death.
I put my phone in the fridge and spent 3 hours :scared: before ..alas I found it...:blushing:
I'm asking about the documentary, not the movie. It aired Wednesday.
I don't like to quote my own posts ... but I am posting a snippet from one of my previous posts :
I am just hearing the latest news about the jurors doing interviews next week, and I have no doubt that that decision was made by the foreman ..
I do NOT understand WHY no other juror has come forward to set the record straight !
MOO MOO and MOO !
:twocents: I do NOT like this jury foreman at all !
It would be a good idea to leave out the alternates too since they didn't spend one minute diliberations.
I love these...they give me the warm and fuzzies...
DGC! :seeya:
Check out juror 17's twitter posts. So comforting! She's on Travis' side!
Oh, Hope! I wish I could hug you.
NO!!! It was never your fault.
I slept with my sociopath one too many times and got pregnant. Fault, no it wasn't my fault that my sociopath sent a stuffed animal dog with a shoestring tied around its neck. It wasn't my fault that he tormented me for months (yes, I learned too late), and it wasn't my fault (though, blame myself I did) that my daughter died in utero, just like that dog, with the umbilical cord wrapped around her tiny neck. The kicker, when people found out my daughter died, they thought maybe it was "best" that she wasn't born considering who her father was. That whole blessing in disguise BS. We can't stop people from not truly understanding...we can only bear witness.
My heart aches for you. Bless you for giving so much of yourself to other victims.
oxoxoxox
Listen to his tone and facial expression when he says that he is sorry if Travis' family is disappointed with the verdict.
Could.not.be.more.nonchalant
Was on the phone yesterday while putting away groceries... Was stomping around 30 minutes later trying to find my iphone ... Then I heard it ringing ... inside the fridge.
ETA ... Do we have a Mentalpause forum here?
I think your question caused all of #jodiarias subsequent migraines!
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Tara Kelley Tara Kelley ‏@tarakelley320 1m
yeah too bad I still had to go when I had migraines!
I still want to hear the alternates opinions.
Link...I missed it.
It's on Azcentral but for some reason the page doesn't work anymore. Sorry.