This Monday morning is circling the drain already, and I haven’t even walked into work. I got a call from him at work letting me know he wasn’t going to be able to use his phone today, so no texting. Yuck. It’s already 90°f outside, and the humidity is just going to make it feel…
It’s Saturday, and it’s supposed to be a beautiful weekend. There’s a possibility of thunderstorms in the afternoon, and I’m ok with that. He’s working this morning, which leaves me alone to do a long workout. Last week, he made a joke about how I’d be able to do something longer and more brutal than…
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…