so i went to therapy yesterday and i waited to call in and confirm my subpoena while i was there i case i had a break down over the results of the call...I get transfered to the correct line & let them know my case number...AND...
NO TRIAL FOR ME TODAY!! the bastard decided to show a minute smidgen of intelligence and TAKE THE FUCKING PLEA! instead of me (and the half dozen people who happened upon the scene of the accident) having to come in and testify FIRST THING this morning, i got to sleep in and he was scheduled to plea in front of the judge while i slept. By the time i got up things should have been done with and they should have moved on to the next number on the docet.
*sigh* i am above and BEYOND relieved that i don't have to go testify. I got to sleep peacefully last night and sleep in. I don't have to EVER see this sack of human waste in person, he wont have the chance to get into my head.
I hope he's having nightmares regularly of a dark figure in the corner of his room with their hair pulled down over their face telling him over & over in detail EXACTLY what he did...YOU took Lydia from me you SON OF A BITCH, she's ALL YOURS NOW! may she torment you unto the day someone mercilessly shives you in the shower! some bubba is gonna have some FUN with you mother fucker. :D
anyway, its really REALLY nice to wake up and be able to genuinely smile again and feel somewhat optimistic about the day. I feel as though i've been in a coma for the last 4 months (its 4 months to the day today you know, it seems like so much longer) and i'm just starting to wake up. Things WILL get better now :)
