Like many people, I have watched as the investigation into the disappearance of Illinois woman, Stacy Peterson, has unfolded.
She was first reported missing, by her sister, back on October 29.
And like many people, I have swallowed the same mouthful of bile with each appearance in the media of her "loving" husband, police officer Drew Peterson, 53.
You see, Stacy Peterson is Drew's fourth wife. Not that that fact alone causes more than an eyebrow raise in today's disposable marriage society. Many people have more marriages than redwoods have rings.
The upset stomach is not even about the fact that Drew hooked up with Stacy, *23*, when she was 19 years old - he is a full 30 years her senior.
May-December marriages are nothing new, and some actually do go the distance - although in the end the "distance" typically goes to the May portion, outliving the December by many miles.
And it's not even out of the realm of human marital behavior for a spouse to decide "F*ck it." and take off.
So given those facts, Stacy disappearing might not have moved out of the local Chicago headlines, certainly not registering more than a blip on the national radar. But there has always been that one niggly detail...
Drew's third wife is dead.
Oh, and Drew's second wife, Vicki Connelly, has come forward with documented evidence of his threats to kill her and "make it look like an accident", not to mention accounts of his cheating on her with said dead third wife, Kathleen Savio.
Oh Drew...what a tangled web we weave...
Wife #2 has detailed how he reveled in his double life - the outside world knowing him as a seasoned narcotics officer, respected by his peers - but inside his home, he was a tyrant, ruling with two iron fists, domineering, even planting microphones around the house to spy on her movements and conversations when he was at work.
It was when she flat out "caught him cheating on me with someone with my own eyeballs", that she sought a divorce. She says that by that point, he was so involved with Savio that the parting was actually fairly amicable.
(As for Drew's first wife, Carol Brown, she describes him as domineering, controlling, and that she sought a divorce after also discovering his sextracurricular activities with someone else.)
With further digging into Stacy's troubled relationship with her husband - relatives have come forward in droves detailing personal conversations with Stacy in which she expressed fear for her life (the same type of accounts by relatives of Savio), authorities decided to do some literal digging, and exhumed the body of Kathleen Savio two weeks ago.
The original coroner's jury (made up of laypeople - not experts) ruled the cause of death to be drowning in her bathtub. I don't know about you, but I would have to be three sheets to the wind and have a bathtub deep enough to scuba in to drown while bathing.
A new autopsy, performed by an individual with 9,000 under his belt, former New York City chief medical examiner Michael Baden, concluded Savio died after a struggle, and her body was placed in the bathtub.
And Will County State's Attorney James Glasgow recently stated Savio's death appeared to have been staged as an accident.
Drew, Drew, Drew...that doesn't look very good now, does it?
Despite how all of these tidbits seem to continually point to Drew as his graduating class's Most Likely To Whack A Spouse Or Two, he has bombarded the media with loud protestations of his innocence.
He even went so far as the couch on Good Morning America, pleading with Stacy to come home. That was sickening enough, but his constant enjoyment of the media circus - he actively seeks them out - a la Britney Spears - clowns around with them (see below pic where he is goofing with a Chicago Trib reporter) really highlights his love of attention and control and his lack of remorse/sadness/distress over his wife's whereabouts.
Pardon me while I swallow that bile again.
You know, there is that age old saying, "When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras." Ergo, it has never been a stretch to "See dead and missing wives, think murderous husband, not slippery tub or mysterious strangers."
Yet as creep-like is his persona - I'm sorry, but the man just looks like an egotistical, controlling, Fuller brushtached asshat - and as disturbing as have been all of the second hand accounts of his behavior towards his wives, there has been no hard evidence thusfar to nail his cheating, dominant asshat to the wall.
Just yesterday, news reports came out detailing that Thomas Morphey, stepbrother of Drew Peterson, stated that on October 28th, the day before Stacy was reported missing, Drew called him to the house for assistance in removing a large blue barrel, which he describes as "warm to the touch", from a bedroom in the Peterson home. (There are also reports that a neighbor witnessed the two men loading it into an SUV.)
Sources say the man attempted to take his life the next day out of fear that he had unwittingly helped dispose of Stacy's body.
Investigators are now concentrating their attention on nearby waterways, dredging, using underwater cameras, divers, etc, in the hopes they may find the alleged barrel.
Still, Peterson continues to deny any involvement in Stacy's disappearance.
That's ok, Drew. Deny, deny, deny. And you keep right on denying. As long as that second wife stays dead, and Stacy stays missing, your barrel of fun will just keep on rolling, won't it?
Hmmm, I hear OJ may be looking for a new roommate, er, cellmate, soon. You two could swap stories...