I'm just so sad and so sorry to read this thread. Hugs to you, OP. I know that sounds useless, but sincerely, if I could reach out and hug you and your DD, I would.
I am in similar shoes. I too am waiting on the CPS to decide what the charges will be. My husband moved out 4 months ago after the shit hit the fan. He abused our daughter for 4 years. What can I say that only you lot would understand? It's a fucking journey, inside out.
DD and I talk a lot lately about what justice means. For her and for me, 'justice' has to be beyond prison bars and walls. Because I am learning fast that my ex won't get the punishment he deserves. He'll get a handful of years if we're lucky, and he won't serve the full sentence. You see it all the time. These guys imprison children for all of their lives. My daughter has been a nomad in her own childhood. These men take something so irreplaceable away from the very people they've given a childhood to. My daughter won't get back those vanished years, lost to abuse and all the shit that comes with it. She gets a lifetime of living with 'healing'. yay!
I can use all the positive, pop-psychology terminology in existence. I can and do siphon the words of Gabor Mate, who really is a healing voice. I can help my daughter meditate and breathe her way through this trauma. And all of it helps but none of it takes it away. There is no way I can cut this tumour out from her emotional being. It's become part of her. What I have to help her with is ensuring it doesn't define her. She has to find some way of loving the body she hates, respecting the violated person she is, and finding value in a life she feels isn't even worth living. And I don't have the tools. I'm rummaging around, desperately looking for the equipment she needs and I come up for air empty-handed and more lost than ever as a parent.
We've lost family... friends. It's a terrible cut, watching these people just switch and walk into the shadows alongside some fucking paedophile. I never knew such anger could rise from me, womb deep, soul-deep. This mourning has a sound. I've never known such anger in my life. It is an anger that becomes bigger than you and those around you. It is a behemoth.
Counselling is the hardest thing to do. I dread it every single week. And yet, it is the very thing that has given DD and I strength we wouldn't have found on our own.
My daughter said to me last night on a dog walk, 'we've already won'. And she's right. Come what may... and he may walk, probably will because these assclowns do, we won. On the day he walked out the door for good, we won. We don't feel that vindication yet, but one day, we will. He is not in our lives and never will be again. I don't have to cry and wonder why my marriage is shit or wonder why I feel like the bad wife who isn't giving enough love. He really was unlovable and horrible and unable to be a good father and husband. It wasn't in my head. I wasn't mad, like he said I was. And he doesn't get to inhibit my daughter's growth and happiness ever again. He's done doing that. He gets to live his life out as the sad, fucking pervy asshole sex offender that he is. He is no longer a Volvo driving assclown GP who rammed the Important Letters after his name down everyone's fucking throats for pleasure. He can no longer pretend he is anything other than what he is: a terrible person. And whether he frolics into the sunset or rots behind bars, he can't escape himself. But we can. We all can. Fuck these assholes. Dry your tears (hard to do... have you ever cried this much?). Wash your hands and move forward into high noon's shadowless light.
And that's the justice... the freedom to live a life out of the shadow of their heinous abuse. It takes time. But time is our ally.