I've been back more than a year and a half, and I still cuss and fight with everyone in my mind. I often wish it would go away, or I would go away. Or they would understand their mistake and compensate me for loss of family, friends, $70,000, career, reputation, happiness, everything. I'm bitter and take sleep aides pretty much every night. If I don't, I wake up fighting. Less now than before, but still. I fear police coming to my door and arresting me for something else make-believe, so someone else could get money from me. I fear every time the doorbell rings. My stomach turns. My face turns red when people mention children or police or rape or child molesters or anything like that. I feel everyone is looking at me with judgement. Does it matter that I never did that to anyone? How could I? Me? Seriously? Les and Angela both need severe slaps, in a public place, where everyone can see their evil judgemental minds. I'm your fucking family member, you fucking goons. I hope someday all this will subside enough that I can find a normal life. But the police gave me 20 years to report to them. So ... there's the rest of my life right there. This is what I have to look forward to. I hope to God it isn't true.