We’ve hit the final countdown until the next legal hurdle, another pre-arraignment meeting in a week. To say that I’m stressing out is an understatement. I can’t even begin to imagine what he’s feeling, and I’m fucking terrified.
We don’t even know if he needs to be there. He’s supposed to call them the day before the meeting and find out, but they’re awful about returning calls so he’s contacting them a couple of times this week to in hopes they call him back. We’ve both got that day off, just in case they do need him there. If he does have to go, I’ll go with him, but I will not be in the room. Like I’ve said before, there are things I don’t need to know the details of. Unfortunately, that’s not stopping my mind from concocting scenes straight out of Law & Order, where we’re in a courtroom and he’s arrested and taken out in cuffs right then and there.
In other news of things I don’t need to deal with right now: my mom.
The house nextdoor to us has been empty for almost the entirety of the time we’ve lived in our house. A couple of years ago it was bought by someone who planned to flip it, and yesterday it finally has a “FOR SALE” sign in the front yard. We look at the listing online – it’s listed at double what we paid for ours and three times what it was the flipper paid – and send a screenshot to my mother.
“Wow, yours is probably with at least $189k, maybe now’s the time to sell it”
Just… No.
