The deposition went fine, I guess. I was so nervous the morning it was held, I took a Calms Forte tablet. Have you ever seen them? They are basically valerium root I believe and sold in health food stores. For me, they kind of take the edge off when I’m especially anxious. Well this time it REALLY worked and I was almost a little giggly (not good). My attorney kept looking at me strangely and it was slightly embarrassing. I held it together good enough, I guess, but I’m still worried that I may have said something wrong.
Dick’s attorney was cordial, but he had crafted his questions to make me appear to be some kind of a con artist! One thing in particular he hammered on â€“ when I called my attorney for the first time. I called him after Dick threatened me that I’d better release the last draw. It was Showdown at the OK Corral!. He kept trying to trip me up by saying things like â€œWell of course you talked to your attorney before you met with Dick and he told you such and such.â€ Every single time I would stop him and say, â€œNo I called my attorney after Dick threatened me and left the house.â€ It got to be a little obnoxious, but I think his only defense will be that I planned this whole thing and enticed Dick into a contract that I knew I was going to break at some point.
He tried to portray me as a shady, older, sophisticated woman who had entrapped his younger, more naÃ¯ve client into building a home for her and then not paying him the full amount. It’s kind of neat in a way that anyone would think me capable of such shenanigans, but the truth of the matter is that I am a simple person who has worked her whole life and just wants a nice place to retire with her horses and her memories.
Dick had to leave the room a few times and a little part of me felt bad for him. Not bad enough to back down, mind you. Just a little sorry because he got himself into this mess and now he is paying the price. I know, I know, he deserves it, but I hate to see anyone in that kind of distress. For the first time, though, I am a little uncertain of the outcome. What if Dick’s attorney is good enough to make the Judge think I’m a crook? or some seedy con woman?
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