Jeff Seaman
Appearances
48 Hours
Bad Blood
My dad would not have been my best friend if he had ever struck my mom. He elevates our dad to this untouchable pedestal. For Greg to have a different opinion of my dad and of the circumstances involving the situation is not surprising to me. He's not only lying about things that he knew, but he's actually making up stuff. It's very easy for both of us to tell lies.
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Bad Blood
Was there any mental decline? No, I think there was no mental decline. In fact, the funny thing is my dad actually mellowed as he got older.
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Bad Blood
When I hear things like, your mom was buying an ax in a driving rainstorm to chop up a tree stump, that's ridiculous. Yeah, tell me another one. I didn't fall off the turnip truck yesterday.
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Bad Blood
She showed us a bruise on her arm and claimed that a wrist that she'd had problems with was broken by my dad in a fight. The wrist was something that she'd injured a long time ago tripping on a sidewalk.
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Bad Blood
No. That doesn't fix anything, does it, Larry? They asked me to tell the truth, and I tell the truth.
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Bad Blood
My dad wouldn't have been my best friend. I wouldn't have been best friends with a wife abuser.
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Bad Blood
My mom was wrong. My mom made a mistake. She did something wrong. And if you look through the entire trial, never at any point did I ever hear her say she was sorry, she was wrong, she screwed up, she did anything wrong. I mean, it was always, you know what? I was forced into this position. I had to do this.
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Bad Blood
What his opinion is mattered very little to me. What matters to me are what my family and what my friends think. And my family and my friends and people that know me and know my dad know what the truth is. And they know that it isn't Judge McDonald's opinion.
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Bad Blood
You know what really hurts me the most about the battered wife defense? is of everything I know of her, she was not a battered wife.
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Bad Blood
We were huge baseball fans. My dad would always coach the baseball teams. He'd coach my brother one year and me the next year. We weren't mega spoiled, but we never went without. He was just such a happy person and we would spend so much time together and we always got along so well.
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Bad Blood
You're talking about people that lived in a gated community in one of the wealthiest suburbs in Metro Detroit. We lived in a beautiful house, had a boat, a plane. Life is too short and life is too good to fight over stupid things.
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Bad Blood
It all started to spiral out of control when my dad stopped working and my mom started working and my dad started to lose some of his identity and my mom started to feel some resentment because now she was the major breadwinner and he wasn't.
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she viewed it as another wedge that was between them. That now he had his own activities he wanted to do, separate from her.
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That's the most ludicrous thing I've ever heard. You know, they were friends, but my dad was better friends with her husband, Dick, who he initially met and everything.
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Bad Blood
They would yell at each other, you know, and argue with each other. I didn't think it was that out of character for two married people to yell at each other. You really saw his temper start to get worse and worse, and then the fights were worse. My dad could say things that would make you madder than you would ever believe.
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Bad Blood
They had had some argument where she had said, you don't ever do anything around the house. And so he wrote sticky notes that described every task he'd done in living in a house for 15 years and posted them everywhere.