Friday is a day we thought would never come. And I'm not exaggerating.
This court date, this one where we have a modicum of certitude of the outcome, has been continued, postponed, and rescheduled since September of last year. We keep dragging our asses down there, and being sent back with a slightly more correct list of what has to be done, not unlike sending your dad to the store for tampons when you got your period for the first time and your mom was out of town.
And now we're here. And this post I've been trying to write all week about the maelstrom of emotions I've been experiencing seems...silly. We're here. I feel calm. I don't know what it all means, but I have hope today.
