anniversary

Happy 18th anniversary. This fucking sucks. We’re just going to skip this one, I think.

“I just realized something yesterday,” he told me. “I’m probably going to be in here for my birthday.” Around this time last year, we had a very similar conversation. Yet another hearing had been postponed, this time rescheduled to a date shortly before his birthday. We had been laying in bed, I was the big…

It’s been exactly one year since he came home. Things have changed. Things are the same. I’m still anxious. I’m better than I have been in recent years, but there are periods where I totally freak out about everything that’s happened. Sometimes, I feel like everything is collapsing around me. I’ll be having a good…