“You still believe,” I said, “that this is about something I am doing to you.” I let that sit.

“You entered my locked office.

You forged my signature.

You attempted to access my money and my insurance.

You made arrangements to sell my home out from under me.

You stood by while your wife hurt me, and then you photographed the injuries you helped cause, and you presented them to a court as proof that I could not take care of myself.” My voice stayed calm.

“You did those things, Michael.