The thread title gives the punchline away, so skip the build-up if you don’t like long stories.
At the beginning of March, I hired P. (for pedophile, ha!) to be my caretaker. I’m disabled, and having quit my job over a year ago now, I was getting rather lonely and tired of being cooped up while my husband (Master Control, fka/aka Joel) was at work, and a big fat long-term insurance claim paid off so I could afford to hire someone with no out-of-pocket expense.
P’s wife V. was a co-worker of mine, and we’ve been friends for about a half-a-dozen years now. I know P.'s had a hard time getting and keeping work, meaning V.‘s had to work full-time plus take odd-jobs plus do the yard sale/flea market/eBay thing to keep food on the table and a roof over their and their three boys’ heads. So me, being lazy and reluctant to interview strangers for the job and seeing an opportunity to help the family out, offered P. the job and he accepted.
And it went real well there for a while. He cooked and cleaned, took me to doctor’s appts., we went to lunch frequently, we went to the beach, we went shopping, it was fun. I felt great. The biggest concern in my life was that Joel would jealous I was running around goofing off while he had to work, but I figured after being housebound for a year I deserved it.
But (here’s the part you’ve been waiting for) last Wednesday that came crashing to an abrupt end. It had been an ideal day. P. took me to my old office so I could say hi to the girls. Then he took me to the doctor. Afterwards, we went out for Chinese food. He took me to a comic book shop and didn’t complain when I made him push me all over it twice being all indecisive. It was fun.
But that night I was on the computer in the kitchen (which no one but me uses) while Joel retired to the office to use his machine (which P. used during the day when he wasn’t busy–which was most of the time). A few minutes later, he came back with strange diskette that had been left in his A drive.
It was full of kiddie porn. I mean, full. Dozens of pictures. And they were all little girls. Not questionable “barely legal” teens, but little tiny prepubescent girls. Girls fondling erect cocks. Girls with men laying on them. Girls tied up and hung upside down while being violated.
I was shaking with rage. I pulled the diskette out of the drive and, without thought or I swear I wouldn’t have done it, ripped the shell open, pulled the floppy out, and crumpled it up like a tissue. I know, immensely stupid. I wasn’t thinking of it as evidence of a crime, I just knew it was EVIL and I wanted to destroy it.
After a family meeting, we called V. and told her what we’d found (though we didn’t describe it in detail) and that P. should just stay home the rest of the week. But we told her to call Saturday and we’d have a meeting. Saturday they came over. P. apologized. V. told me she and he and the kids are all in councilling and begged me to give him a second chance. They were just evicted from their home and are trying to buy a house of their own. They were depending on his income to make the mortgage payments. But I couldn’t even look at the man. I don’t want him in my home. I don’t want him touching my body. He’s dead to me. I’m not exaggerating or being melodramatic. The P. I used to think I knew is dead and there’s only a worthless waste of flesh left in his place.
The last few days have been hell. I agonized over whether to call the cops. I finally did, and I’ve left several messages for the officer I thought was going to be working on this case, but they have done absolutely zero. Probably because I told them upfront the diskette was trashed. I guess it’s not even evidence enough for a search warrant. That’s all my fault, and I feel horrible. I also agonized over whether to give him another chance, but I just can’t. If I never see him again, it’ll be too soon. I wish V. would kick him out, too, but you can’t live other people’s lives for them. If the police aren’t going to do anything, then I don’t know what I can do. I can’t save the world.
I’m still mad. That’s why I’m writing here. I’ve had all the advice I can handle. I just need to vent. I need to state, for the dozenth time, how terribly hurt, angry, and betrayed I feel. I tried to help this family after watching them struggle for so many years, and this is how he repays me, by bringing contraband of the most evil and foul sort into my home. He thought I was too stupid or he was too clever to get caught. While I was blythely playing my Sims in the other room, he was whacking off to little children being violated and abused. Several days later, my stomach still aches and burns when I think about it. As I drift off to sleep at night, it takes but one stray thought to jerk me back awake. The only thing that has made me happy lately is knowing that fellow Doper Aesiron is moving out here to be my new caretaker. I’m already grateful for the peace of mind that’s brought me.
And I know that, as difficult as this has been for me, it has been even worse for V. and the boys. Yet she’s staying with him. She’s a smart lady at work, but she’s so damn stupid when it comes to men. He’s her third husband, and she doesn’t want to accept that she’s a three time loser. But he’s not worth hanging on to. He’s not worth the pain he’s brought her family. I wish I could make her see that.
Anyway, that’s the whole sordid, ugly story. I’m so tired. It takes a lot of energy to maintain this level of anger and hate for 5 days straight. weak smile I won’t wish death on him, but how about I make an oblique reference to wishing someone would wish him into the cornfield? Hope the mods don’t mind.
