Nancy Latham

I asked my brother, Neil, you know, how would you feel about going out with me to Kentucky to try and meet Sammy?

And he said, gosh, you know, I really don't think that's a good idea.

I feel like if I'd shown up at his door at that time, he had no idea what I looked like.

I don't even know until he got the hip packet if he really would have put it together who I was or what my name was.

The pain that I felt was not as much for me but for my children, because it wasn't just that he had abandoned me for her.

He had accepted her children into his life as if they were his own.

He took them on vacations.

What I'd been told was that he would introduce them to people as, oh, this is my son and this is my daughter.

And that was just hard to think.

The three of us, not just me.

I understand a husband and wife not getting along, but that your family is so disposable.

And that was incredibly difficult.

And actually quite depressing.

You know, sometimes you just envision how something must have played out.

I imagine Chris and Wendy in bed together, having spent the evening however they spend the evening, but being in bed one night.

And I can just imagine Chris looking at her and say, you know, I'd really like to kill that bitch.

I'd see Wendy looking at him going, I can help you with that.

And I think that's how it all started.

I think one day he was venting and said, I'd like to kill her.

And she said, yeah, I got an idea.