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…
Yesterday sucked. It was soul-suckingly awful. There’s no other way to put it. We got there early, because that’s what he does. He was slated to be seen at 9:30 am, and popped out of the courtroom to update me at about 11:30. “They’re on recess right now, and they need to get one of…
It’s Monday again. I’m spending the morning outside the courtroom, in the same loud hallway I was in two weeks ago, sitting on the same cold, metal bench. He just wants to get past all of this, to the point where he’s taking a shitty plea offer in exchange for risking jail time if he…