Haven't posted in forever, but thought it would be a good time to catch up. Life is better. Joe is better. He goes to school every day; takes the bus; has been able to cut back on meds and therapy. Saturdays are the bad days recently, but this last Saturday, he and I went to get our hair cut, then we went to lunch, and then he went with me to the hardware store. He didn't hide in the car. He didn't have an anxiety attack. We had fun. I think to myself, it's a miracle, but it's not. It's Joe's strength and mine. I am very proud of both of us. I got through the big scary meeting with David and the lawyers, Thursday. Nothing is certain, really, but it looks good for the kids and me--keeping the house, and me getting two or three years to figure out what I want to do with the rest of my life. When I got home, after the meeting, I set up my copier/printer/fax machine that's been hiding in my closet for months. I've been scared to set it up, fearing I'd do something stupid and break it or my computer. I kept waiting around for a man to do this, because it's what men do. But after standing up to David's lawyer, I came home and set up the damn printer. It works great! If anyone wants a fax, let me know!
Oh, and then there is this:
http://theharrow.com/journal/index.php/journal/article/view/2103/572