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On my return home, my fears were realized. At the kitchen table were Kari and Tim. Next to Kari, leaning against the table, was her 22-caliber rifle. She coldly said she wanted "her" pictures back, that they were not a gift. Not wanting an argument, I went out to the car and gave them to her. Then she said words I'll never forget... "If you ever go through my things again, I'll put a slug through your head." She accused me in front of Tim of being a child molester. It was incredible. I knew she was talking of Jackie, and I tried to remind her that she was 19 and in college, but she returned with an accusation that I was fucking her in high school. It was all so unbelievable. Just two weeks before we were picking out baby names, playing with Cathy, and dreaming of our future together... and now she was threatening not only my career but my life. Given she'd been fired from a job a year earlier for having sex with a minor, she certainly knew how to cripple me. I left, driving aimlessly for about an hour, then found my way to a pay phone on the UW-La Crosse campus. I called my mom, dad, brother, and sister. I tried to call the deputy I'd talked to earlier in the day, I knew he'd be most familiar with my situation, but his shift was over. I went home to my new apartment and slept on the floor. Sunday I called the principal of my school... he said it wasn't a good time to talk. I tried my friend, the counselor I'd talked with on Thursday... he said the same thing. I contacted the sheriff's deputy who took my statement and urged me to get a restraining order against Kari. |