so my husband's trial starts July 23 and even though logic tells me it won't happen, I'm terrified that some nice jury will say "oh you poor thing, meth made you try to kill your wife, and I'm sure the cop you tried to kill understands, and the fact that they had to shoot you and taser twice and then five cops jumped you is punishment enough." If they turn him loose the first thing he will do is come and kill me. And my friends and the cops and my shrink all say they'll protect me so I can see the scenario: "Hi hubby, let me make you a cup of coffee while I call the cops and my friends and my shrink who has personally promised to come and kick your ass. While we're waiting for them, let's just catch up - how's your life been?"
and I got on the scale this morning - 101.5 pounds lost. It seems pointless and it made me cry. I've been crying for two hours now. I can't take my antianxiety med because I have to go to work, and I have to drive, and anyway I'm already taking two antidepressants and a sleeping pill at night in addition to the anxiety med, so you'd think I would feel better.
so here I am starting all over again, at this age. I don't want to do it.