This has been a long week. A long fucking week. We started the week with his weekly group meeting on Sunday morning. There was a therapy appointment on Monday night. Yesterday, we started couple’s therapy. Tonight, at this very moment, I’m in the parking lot waiting for him while he’s at his monthly probation meeting.…
By all rights, it should have been a good weekend. We both had July 4th off, and spent the day messing around with various flow toys in the backyard. There were fireworks, and burgers, and sunshine. We had easy shifts on Friday; he worked a half-day on Saturday, and I did a half-day on Sunday.…
Last November, my world was falling apart around me. I had a husband in jail, a family that wanted to lynch him, and the fear of losing everything: my marriage, my home, my job, my life as it was right then. In those twelve days between arrest and bail, I did a lot of writing.…