All things truly wicked

In this post, I skipped right over my move to Pennsylvania as that sidebar wasn’t really relevant to the frustrating, “why I never graduated college” story. I mean, other than the reason I took a live-in nanny job in the first place, which was, of course, money and the lack thereof.

Also, I wanted to talk more about it, but behind the paywall. So hi everyone. Thank you once again for your patience and support — writing this part of the series has been an emotionally exhausting deep-dive into old journals, photos, and court documents. I made myself so sick, I threw up! PTSD is fun, y’all!

As many of you know, the man I met (and nearly married) after moving to Pennsylvania is incarcerated for murder. However, he recently won an appeal to vacate his sentence, and though it was unsurprising news (and news I had been watching for as I knew he was on the appeals circuit), it has been unsettling.

Plus, about a month ago, Chad Daybell’s court case started and thanks to the locality of his crimes, the massively overlapping Venn Diagram of people we both knew, and all of the strange religious stuff, I have not been able to look away. His case also fills me with nausea and I have sobbed through the forensics even though I heard it all during his wife Lori’s trial.