Good morning, and TGIF. TGIFF, really. Thank god it's fucking Friday. It's been a long fucking week. I've gone from planning his escape to planning my own potential escape. The…
I texted Mom after I got off the phone with the lawyer on Tuesday. "It doesn't look promising," I said. She called immediately. After giving her the options offered by…
Sunday. Understandably, it was a rough night. I fell asleep without too much trouble; washing down a cocktail of melatonin and Benadryl with a couple of shots of Canadian Club…