This piece may be difficult to follow, but stay with me. I’ll try to sort this entire mess out.

For the first month after “Jack’s” (Jack is short for Jackass) two week jail sentence for disobeying a court order to stay away and avoid contact with my daughter, I heard gossip about what he was going to do next. I kept a poker face whenever anyone told me these stories and didn’t bother anyone at home with the details. I reasoned that the stories would eventually die down, and I was right. After about a month, people had moved on to another situation. I was relieved, but I kept watching my back, just in case.

This afternoon, two of the softball coaches approached me. One of them was mad as hell and the other looked like she was going to cry. “Dora” (short for Dumb Dora) had been Sarah’s best friend on the softball team. This past summer, Dora kept Jack informed on Sarah’s whereabouts so that he could track her down in public, giving him assistance in the stalking of my daughter. At the time, Sarah was actually dating Dora’s brother. It was all a game to Dora.

It seems that Dora is now dating Jack. Her coaches are mad as hell and told the athletic director that they don’t want Jack anywhere around their team. The AD told them that there wasn’t a whole lot he could do about it. They approached Dora’s mom, who is just relieved that Jack has a car so that she doesn’t have to be responsible for driving Dora to so many places. Dora’s mom is the same lady who accompanied me downtown last summer, because she wanted to take out a warrant against Jack, when he threatened to kill her son for dating Sarah. We also met the police at her house when Jack showed up there to harass Sarah. At least Jack has a car.

So, I stood there listening to the coaches rant and rave about Jack and the lack of support they’re receiving from the administration. They complain about Dora’s mom and how she sees so uncaring about the whole situation. I just nodded my head. After a good five minutes of listening, I finally said, “Well, it sounds like they deserve each other.”

And in my heart, I know that no one deserves to be abused, stalked, or harassed. But when I think about Sarah lying in the ER with tubes running in her arm and out her nose and mouth, and how I felt not knowing if she was ever going to regain consciousness, and how I felt when the doctor asked me if I wanted to call our priest, and I reflect upon the part that these two played in taking my family to this place, I really don’t care what happens to either of them. They really do deserve each other.