Michael Peterson was found guilty this afternoon. And I just don't even know what to say.
I know that I haven't talked about the case since May and that was on purpose. I had an earlier post about it and because of all the media attention, random people were ending up here, reading what I'd written about it. Normally, I wouldn't be opposed to that at all, but due to the nature of the case and the fact that a jury still hadn't been chosen at that point, I decided that it was in everyone's best interest for me to delete the post. My thoughts on the matter couldn't do anything to help it and had the potential to inadvertently cause "trouble". I also decided then not to post about the case again until it was over. And now it's over.
My mind keeps spinning, not sure where to go. There's part of me that, all along, knew he was guilty. There's part of me that wished, not so much for his sake as for Guy and Cindy's, the Ratliff girls', etc's sake that he wasn't guilty. There's that part of me that knows that justice is being done. There's part of me that wants to cry because someone's dead and someone else is spending the rest of their life in jail. There's that part of me that thinks there wasn't sufficient evidence to convict him. Most of me that wants to hide from tomorrow's headlines and tonight's news.

- thoughts provided by Katey Orr @ 4:50 PM