A practice letter pt 1

(I’m still alive, btw.)

It occurs to me I may have to stand before a judge and plead my case some day. I wonder what I might say? How about a practice run?

To whom it may concern (or Your Honor, whatever the case may be):

First of all, it’s 2014. So let’s try to be modern and forward-thinking about gender for a moment and try to consider the facts alone.

I am thirty-nine years old. I have been a victim of domestic abuse since I was a green and naive twenty-year-old, when my future wife became pregnant with our child. We both used her pregnancy as an excuse for her behavior. By the time I figured out that the abuse would never stop, I was a twenty-one-year old father and husband with a heavy emotional and mental attachment to my wife and young son.

To be continued…