Happy Saturday, party people. It’s dark, it’s cold, and I’m doing everything I hate doing on a Saturday morning: putting on scrubs and going to training class in an unfamiliar place. Yay.
Last night wasn’t great. I’ve had shitty sleeps through the second half of the week, I’m stressed with training and court next week, and I felt just beaten down by the end of the night. If I’m anxious, I can’t imagine what’s in his head. As much as I tell him to talk to me, he told me he doesn’t want to talk about how he’s feeling, because he feels like it will just make me cry.
Next week is the pre-arraignment (Rhode Island’s court process is completely ridiculous, I’ve been told), where both sides meet up and discuss what’s what before the actual arraignment the following week. Making matters more fun is he was already arraigned the day of his arrest, making this a second arraignment, the possibility of having to post bail again, and totally confusing.
I have no idea what’s happening anymore.
Since we’re both working today, we’re skipping the food shopping this afternoon. We’ll stop to eat on the way home from work, and hit the store to buy something for tonight’s dinner. I’ll be doing a workout, then dishes, then I’m not moving off the couch until tomorrow morning.
