I want to be a lawyer when I grow up. Here's what happened.
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You're a married or almost married woman, working her cases. Which can require long hours and bringing people home. (!!Please be aware of this!!).
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You get this case and it's lengthy from the beginning. Battery, Sexual Assault, Parol Violation; stupid things. But what really catches my eye is, what I'm Defending him for... Falsely accused of rape. 🤦🏻♀️
"𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝙼𝚛. 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚣?"
"𝙸 𝚊𝚖. 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚕𝚊𝚠𝚢𝚎𝚛?"
"𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚛, 𝙸 𝚊𝚖."
"𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎. 𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗?"
"𝚂𝚞𝚛𝚎."
We sit there for some time and talk. Talking about his previous cases, what happened, and now his current accusation. Before you know it, it's time to leave. So I invite him over and he agrees.
It's not unusual for me to bring people home to finish work business. Especially if the case was right around the corner. But I tried my hardest, to not mix the two though. Although it's not always an option.
"𝙰𝚕𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝙼𝚛. 𝚅𝚊𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚣, 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎?-"
"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐?-"
"𝙳𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐."
When we got home and settled, I get ready to continue the case... on the couch because he asked to sit there. As I'm about to get my paper off the coffee table, he jumps on me. I scream, he tell me to shut up. And right when he says that, my husband walks in, and he is enraged.
"𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚍𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐?"
"𝚂𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚞𝚙."
"𝙽𝚘. 𝚃𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞'𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎."
"𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎?"
"𝚈𝙴𝚂, 𝙼𝚈 𝚆𝙸𝙵𝙴!"
"𝚂𝚑𝚎'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜!𝚞𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗."
"𝙽𝚘, 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝙼𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎."
"𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚍𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚎."
I looked at my wife's eyes, and could see that she's telling the truth. I want to rip her client to shreds though. 😈
