So, Detective Cadigan had been a part of my world for a few months now. He called and/or texted me at least once a week to ask me if John was here with me, or if there were any planned visits that he should know about. I was always honest with him.. This made me uncomfortable for some reason. Despite the fact that I knew full well that John should be arrested, and was 99.9% sure that he was probably guilty of the crime that Detective Cadigan wanted him for, it still felt weird in my bones to help get my husband arrested. It's not a good feeling. No matter how much of a d bag John had been to me and the boys, and all the bad positions he put my little family in, it still didn't sit well with me to help. I guess I'm loyal to a fault. Family really does mean something to me, despite the tainting that took place the past few years.
Regardless, I helped. I'd be damned if I messed with a police investigation and screwed up any issues with my own custody rights. No way no how. If a cop was telling me that I should be doing something, I was gonna do it. Period. Whether or not my gut twisted into knots about it.
So, he asked me for the addresses of John's relatives that he may, or may not be staying with. And I gave them to him
After many many months of phone calls and texts, and red tape, Cadigan called me one summer morning to tell me that he was planning on trying to pick up John that day and to ask if I had any intel. I said that I didn't know for sure, but that he would most likely be at his sister's house.
A few hours later, I got a call from BC-- my husband's youngest brother. John had been arressted, and was being held on $20,000 bail. He didn't ASK me to contribute to the bail, but I got the genuine impression that he was getting around to that! I was all, "well, . . . good luck with that."
Long story short, true to form, he wound up being released on his own recognisance. His lawyer gave a whole song and dance about how he is caring for his sister's 16 year old son because she is fighting leukemia... aaaand also, he apparently had some cop friend that was buddy-buddy with the judge. So fucking typical. He never, NEVER is held accountable for anything, ever.
Re caring for his sick sister's son: Yes, he has been there to take care of B. That's great. Here's the thing, his sick sister has 5 kids- 4 of whom are over the age of 23. And she has a healthy husband. AND she has 5 siblings! John is not the end all/ be all. If he did not exist, there'd be plenty of family to pitch in and take care of little B (who I LOVE btw).
It pisses me off because he has 2 sons that he does not care for, does not lead a good example for, etc. But he takes the pats on the back for crashing at his sister's house and toasting frozen waffles for a teenager.
Call me an insensitive asshole, but I call foul. Come on. He has not had a job since December 2009. He hides at his sister's house under the guise that he is caring for B. Such bullshit. such fucking bullshit/
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