Now, we lived in WV which is very much a backwards and old-fashioned state. The wife, with the I’m A Grandma And A Jacksonville Jaguars Fan Which Means I’m Pretty Much Perfect Shirt but I will buy this shirt and I will love this help of the prosecutor, obliterated him. The story she told in court was VERY different from the one the wife’s mother told us when she came into the store one day after everything had went down. From all the different collaborating stories, I would say that what I’ve told you here was the closest iteration to the actual events. The wife took custody of the kids. He lost his job. I was going to try and keep him on, but she repeatedly called corporate on him and made them aware of the conviction plus jail time. I was forced to “suspend him indefinitely.” The last I heard of her she had been fired from her job, got hooked on meth, lost her teeth, and lost custody of her kids to the state. I’ve had people tell me (we lived in a small city) that her favorite story to tell when she got high was about how she ruined his life. Then she would go on to saying she could ruin any man’s life that dared to mess with her, if she so wanted. The last I had heard of him, he was in a homeless shelter and had turned to drugs and alcohol due to depression. With no job, no money and a domestic conviction he had no chance of ever getting his kids back. He became another faceless man in our homeless population. The look of defeat in his face the last time I saw him still haunts me. The man had his flaws and was not the brightest, but he was the best damn worker that I ever had. For over 6 years to boot.
