Instead, I said that I would like to file a police report. We then discussed where this should take place. For several reasons, I did not want
I parked my car directly in front of the store and waited for
Being the "goody-two-shoes" that I am, I was anxious about the prospect of speaking with a law official. Within seconds, it became obvious that I had nothing to be nervous about. (Not that I want to make a habit of this!) The first thing the deputy asked me was what I had called for. I wondered to myself, "Didn't he get a heads up about what this was about or was he just in the neighborhood looking for a convenience store to stop by to grab a quick cup of coffee and a pastry?" I certainly didn't think it should have been a surprise to him. I explained that Dick and I are going through a bitter, ugly, nasty divorce; we are still living in the same house together; he had opened Marni's and my mail; he took one of Marni's letters without her even seeing the contents of it; and he opened and resealed my credit card bill. Judging by the expression on his face, it was apparent that this man wasn't the least bit concerned. I then produced the tampered envelopes. He looked them over briefly and quickly informed me that he had no way of knowing if Dick did this or not. The gentleman then proceeded to tell me that for all he knows, I could have done this myself and blamed my husband. I looked at him with total disbelief and replied that while I can understand his point that he didn't actually witness these occurrences, how was I supposed to prove that this really happened? He told me that even if I called
The officer then asked me when I filed for divorce. I told him the date was July 15, 2009. Next, he told me that I should move out of my house and get a job until our divorce is finalized. (I've been discovering that when it comes to divorce, just like pregnancy, everyone is an expert and has an opinion on what needs to be done.) I told him that my daughter and I are not leaving the house. It's not an option at this time. The deputy then told me that he doesn't think this will be the last time his office will hear from me. He felt that as time goes on, I will be calling complaining of other things. "Isn't he a ray of sunshine?" I thought to myself. I loved his optimism! The last thing I wanted to consider while standing outside my neighborhood convenience store was what Dick might be scheming to do to me in the future. All I could do at that point was take it one day at a time. However, the officer's next suggestion made more sense to me. He told me to go to the post office and get a P.O. Box in Marni and my names. This way Dick wouldn't be able to go through our mail. Now this was a recommendation I could live with.
With that, he told me he would write up a brief one paragraph incident report. We then parted ways.