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The Police

Uploaded: Wednesday, April 28th, 2010

Monday, April 25th, 2005.

After speaking to the credit card company and my solicitor on Friday, it seems as if I have little option but to go to the police and report what’s happened. I phoned up work to tell them why I wouldn’t be in, dropped the kids off as normal, and headed over to the police station.

As I walked towards the police station, I felt sick and dizzy. Only a year ago, we were the archetypal suburban family- I’d drive home from work along the tree-lined avenue, pull up on the drive of our traditional 1930′s semi, the front door would swing open, and out would run my two children, hugging my legs as I walked. Then the dog would come and bounce off me, and my loving wife would be waiting on the doorstep with a kiss and “how’s your day at work been, love?” And now I was walking to the police station to grass on her. I’d known her since we were 14, and we’d been together since we were 16, and yet really I didn’t know her at all. I didn’t know whether to vomit or cry.

It seemed like the longest walk I’d ever taken, even though it was only a few hundred yards. I went into the police station, and went to the desk “I need to report, erm, a crime”.

After a while, I was led into an interview room, and a WPC took a statement from me. She was nice, but a couple of times she looked up and asked “how could you not know about this?” She seemed very sympathetic, but clearly thought that I was a some sort of moron for not knowing what my wife was doing. How could I know that my outgoing letter had been intercepted and the bills re-routed. Or maybe I am a moron?

I don’t think I stopped shaking through the whole thing. I was given some information for victims of crime and went on my way. A victim. When I left the police station, I stepped out into the daylight and felt blinded, as if I’d been hit in the face.
What will happen now? They’ll go and talk to her, interview her, arrest her? Will it go to court? Could she go to prison? I felt awful.


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    Luschka commented at 5:23 pm on April 28th, 2010

    Had you spoken to her about any of this? What a dreadful situation – I’m afraid I think she deserved it though


    Abi commented at 5:35 pm on April 28th, 2010

    just remember not to behave like a victim! you need to follow this through. it’s the only way to get over it and get your life back. behind you all the way, don’t mean to sound harsh just want you to keep strong!


    Emma commented at 8:52 pm on April 29th, 2010

    *Hugs x


    Chic Mama commented at 12:44 pm on May 11th, 2010

    I can understand exactly how you felt…I kept feeling as though I was betraying my husband even though he had been lying and stealing virtually from us for a long time. Even now I’m still embarrassed that I never realised he was addicted to cocaine, or even using it! And even now I can’t believe that we’ve gone from being a ‘nice’ respectable family to one that has been dragged through the dirt and seediness his life now brings. :0( Sorry didn’t mean to write a blog post here…


    Henrietta Pretty commented at 9:02 pm on May 16th, 2010

    this post makes me very sad. yu must feel so betrayed.
    i’m sure the policewoman wouldn’t have made that comment had you been a woman.


    Bruce commented at 8:46 am on May 21st, 2010

    Had you spoken to her about any of this? What a dreadful situation – I’m afraid I think she deserved it though


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