Love Is A Bitch

Last week, I prosecuted a woman because she killed her husband. There was a history of domestic violence between the two of them, but "love" kept them going right back to each other. "Love" kept them arguing, fussing, and fighting eventually leading to his death and her life sentence. This week, one of the homicide attorney's prosecuted a guy who killed his ex-girlfriends' new boyfriend. The victim and young woman were returning home from their first date. What they didn't know was that ex-boyfriend/defendant was outside of her home waiting for them to return. When they returned, the ex-boyfriend walked up to the car, shot the victim, and held the gun to his ex-girlfriend head as he walked her to her front door. When her parents opened the door, the defendant ran. I am sure he would have killed her and the baby the two of them share. The jury returned a verdict of manslaughter. An innocent person killed because the defendant "loved" this girl just that much. Today one of my defendants pleaded guilty to a manslaughter charge. His girlfriend was found dead in her apartment with a gunshot wound to the back of her head. A bloody fingerprint found inside of her apartment matched his fingerprint. At the time of the killing, the defendant had a wife (still does) who knew about the victim/mistress. After studying the crime scene photo's, I developed the theory that the wife killed her, and he is taking the blame. The defendant didn't want his wife to even take the stand as his alibi because he knew the possibility of discovering the truth could come out at trial; thus risking her exposure to an indictment of second degree murder. So he is serving a mandatory sentence all in the name of "love." His wife killed a 21 year old woman all in the name of "love." I don't want to have anything to do with love if it makes you love people to death.