The beginning of the end
Up to this point in the story, I knew I was mad at John. I knew I would have a lot of trouble forgiving him for what he did to our family. But I naively held on to a shred of hope that we would all be able to heal and move on together, even if Honey and Adam could never be together again. The day of my deposition put every possible nail into the coffin of the idea that we could ever move forward together. For the deposition, my attorney and I met John and his attorney at a law office, and while the depositions did not take place in a courtroom, it was clearly explained that this would be court record. A court recorder was there, and she would audio record the depositions and type them up. My deposition was first. My attorney had explained that John’s attorney (I will call her Cheryl) had the strategy of trying to rile up the other party, and thereby prove that they had some sort of mental illness or at least show that they weren’t stable. I went into that day as cool, calm, and co...