“Your honor, I’d like to say something to the jury before closing remarks, if you would allow” I asked. The judge didn’t seem to impressed with me at this point in time, but if I didn’t say something they would sentence me to life.

Judge Hanson granted my request with a hand motion. He thinks I’m guilty, won’t even look at me.

I stand up in front of the jury and I plead for my innocence.

“Ladies and gentleman of the jury, I just wanted to thank you all for listening thru this tireless case. I wanted to say a few words on my behalf and to hopefully prove to you I am innocent.” They all looked at me completely clueless, they didn’t care for me either.

“I wanted everyone here to know, I did not kill my husband. Peter was a awful man, yes I was abused and ridiculed every single day as the pictures have shown. I do love him tho and I could never hurt him. I’m not even sure what he was doing in Atlanta that day. He told me he was going to be at work.” I started crying while thinking to myself ‘they don’t look like they believe my tears, maybe the eye drops didn’t work’

“I just would like you all to consider my situation, thank you” I walked back over to my lawyer and gave him a nod stating I was done. I wasn’t sure what they would decide, but maybe my crocodile tears were enough.