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I lost the case yesterday.
"Lack of evidence".
Sally was wonderful in phone support, and my friend Nick had flown down from Canberra to be a witness for the day and was very supportive, and took me for Indian lunch afterwards (after the tears - totally ruined my eyemakeup) and then a glass of wine at home after so I could adjust to being at home alone, dealing with it.
For his (Nick's) evidence of being attached with the baseball bat 'but what does that have to do with Megan AND Svel", says the magistrate. "That is between YOU (nick) and Svel".
"But I believe he attacked me because I asked Svel to leave Ms Hodges alone the time I last saw him, Ma'am"
"It's irrelevant to the intervention order between him and her".
The statutory declaration that provided by a friend too sick to attend (chronically ill like me) was not accepted by the court, and not read by the magistrate. It described how on my birthday last year, Svel said, in the carpark here at home, he 'wanted to rip my effing head off' several times with absolutely no provocation.
But she never saw that evidence. Sometimes they accept stat decs, sometimes they don't. Great. Of course, I was told that they do.
. I simply got left with no admissable evidence."He hung around when I was outside, ripped out my plants, (no proof), urinated on my door (no proof), and spits when he sees me (but not directly AT me, so it's not an offence)
I also had the embarassment of Svel stating in open court that Nick and I were sleeping together and that I was lying when I said he was 'a friend'. (er- not true, buddy, and none of your business)
I've left out a lot of detail - but I could write an epic.
So now I have to survive the next couple of days of thinking and re-thinking the case and what was said (I could have done better), and wait and see what Svel does (bitter and reactive? Hiding? Hurt the cats?). I'm very very angry and upset. It's cold, and I have a cold, which will have been made much much worse by spending most of yesterday on my feet - so bed, sick, judicious use of valium, hot water bottle, cats and their cuddles, and I've just started "Silent is the Grave"/Deanna Raybourn, who writes easy but good 19thC mysteries.
"Lack of evidence".
Sally was wonderful in phone support, and my friend Nick had flown down from Canberra to be a witness for the day and was very supportive, and took me for Indian lunch afterwards (after the tears - totally ruined my eyemakeup) and then a glass of wine at home after so I could adjust to being at home alone, dealing with it.
For his (Nick's) evidence of being attached with the baseball bat 'but what does that have to do with Megan AND Svel", says the magistrate. "That is between YOU (nick) and Svel".
"But I believe he attacked me because I asked Svel to leave Ms Hodges alone the time I last saw him, Ma'am"
"It's irrelevant to the intervention order between him and her".
The statutory declaration that provided by a friend too sick to attend (chronically ill like me) was not accepted by the court, and not read by the magistrate. It described how on my birthday last year, Svel said, in the carpark here at home, he 'wanted to rip my effing head off' several times with absolutely no provocation.
But she never saw that evidence. Sometimes they accept stat decs, sometimes they don't. Great. Of course, I was told that they do.
. I simply got left with no admissable evidence."He hung around when I was outside, ripped out my plants, (no proof), urinated on my door (no proof), and spits when he sees me (but not directly AT me, so it's not an offence)
I also had the embarassment of Svel stating in open court that Nick and I were sleeping together and that I was lying when I said he was 'a friend'. (er- not true, buddy, and none of your business)
I've left out a lot of detail - but I could write an epic.
So now I have to survive the next couple of days of thinking and re-thinking the case and what was said (I could have done better), and wait and see what Svel does (bitter and reactive? Hiding? Hurt the cats?). I'm very very angry and upset. It's cold, and I have a cold, which will have been made much much worse by spending most of yesterday on my feet - so bed, sick, judicious use of valium, hot water bottle, cats and their cuddles, and I've just started "Silent is the Grave"/Deanna Raybourn, who writes easy but good 19thC mysteries.