Terri, apparently I really need to remind you that it was YOU who sued ME in the first place, with no provocation or grounds whatsoever, by the way.  You harassed and attempted to intimidate me for nearly two years, and then, when the going got tough, you dropped the case and ran. 

Noah’s injury is indisputably tragic.  However, the accident transpired 4 months ago.  So why then did it take until now, until 3 days before the final pretrial conference date, for you to determine that you can’t proceed with the case?

Also of interest to me is your repeated claims (to the court) about Noah’s required level of care now, since the accident.  It’s interesting to me primarily because the situation you are now in with him is pretty much what I have been living already, with my disabled son, for the past 15 years. 

The fact that I have to bathe my son every single day, twice a day in fact, 365 days a year, that I have to feed him 3 times per day, every single day of the year, that I have to dress him, comb his hair, tie his shoes, change his Depends and wipe his butt every single day of every single year gave you not one second of pause, or consideration of my circumstance, when you filed the lawsuit against me.   At least Noah had 48-odd years of a semblance of a normal life.  He was vital, mobile, and able to do the things he wanted to do, like drive a vehicle, marry a woman, have children, work, and make decisions and choices, which drove the direction of his life. 

James will never have any of those things.  I will be changing his Depends, feeding him, clothing him, making his bed, doing his laundry, and everything else for him for the rest of my life-or his, depending on which of us dies first. 

Additionally, Noah is able to vocalize what he wants and needs.  James is non-verbal.  I have to intuit what he needs.  He can’t tell me if he is hungry.  He can’t tell me if he is thirsty, or if he has to pee, or if he has a rock in his shoe, or has a stomachache, or anything at all. 

You, knowing my situation with James, and knowing that I have to work from home so I can be here for James, because there is no feasible way I could find someone else to look after my son, went ahead and sued me just to be a bully.  For no valid reason at all, you did this to me.  And now you want me to feel sympathy for you?  I think that’s more than Gandhi could even offer you, under the circumstances. 

If you had one ounce of compassion, you would have shown some to me for the situation I’ve been living, and will continue to live, until I die.  You have no capacity for compassion.  I feel for Noah in his situation, and I’m sorry for what he’s going through, but I’m simply not sorry for you. 

Doesn’t it suck when fate has the last laugh?