Part of my job is covering county courts. Sometimes it's easy. Sometimes it makes me sick to my stomach.

I just got out of a plea hearing for a guy who repeatedly sexually abused an 11-year-old girl. Thank god I skipped his preliminary hearing, where the victims are allowed to testify, and she did. But it was bad enough having to hear the lawyers run through, in perfectly calm voices, what the guy was accused of doing exactly.

I'm sick for that little girl and I'm ticked off for myself, because the person who sexually abused me has not and will never see justice. I thought I had gotten beyond that, but I guess not. Times were different when I was a kid and it just got swept under the rug, left there for me to deal with for the rest of my freakin' life.



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