He’s in therapy tonight. I know it’s good, and I know it’s helping, but I just want to go home. Today was ok. Just now, my phone didn’t want to type out “ok”, and I guess you could say “today was.” We were chatting at lunch about how our days were going, and I told…
It’s confusing, and anxiety-breeding, and I don’t know how people handle it all. It seems like only a week ago and I was complaining about how frustrating it was to have to wait nearly four months before the next legal hurdle, not knowing what was happening. Now, we’re just under a month, and we’re no…
Long time, no write. I haven’t had much time to write. The morning yoga takes up some of the morning and the makeup and lunch prep takes up the rest. I don’t like writing when he’s home, because that’s just impolite, honestly. I’m happily enjoying a week without the StressedRPh, whose shifts are being covered…