...But we were buying a house....

That's one of the thoughts that actually went through my head.  'But we're buying a house'.  This couldn't be happening because we're buying a house.  How stupid is that?  My daughter was standing next to me with her hand on my shoulder while my mouth was dropped open and my eyes filled with tears.  I just kept looking from her to the owner of the summer camp, with those words running through my head.

I guess there's no set thought process to follow when someone tells you that the man you love has been molesting your daughter.  I mean, it's not as if there's a rule book on how to respond or behave, right?  But I still go over it in my head, now that the trial is approaching (we've been approaching it for well over a year now, but that's for later) I keep wondering if I should have reacted different, if it somehow would have made a difference.

At some point, she went outside where her cabin counselor and my step-son were waiting.  I'll call him Timmy...  the perverts' lawyer will probably be googling me so better to keep other people anonymous.   And while we're at it I'll call the pervert....  well hell, he can keep his name and his laywer can kiss my ass :)  So he'll stay Doug.

When I walked out of the office I just kind of stumbled toward my car where Timmy and MaKayla's camp gear was waiting.  As we got to the car, Timmy asked the million dollar question:  'Why did my dad do bad things to MaKayla?'  And I gave him the million and one dollar response....  'I don't know, baby, I don't know.'