Absence makes the heart grow fonder
Yesterday was the worse day of my life.
The day was going just fine, Mom and I were doing laundry and getting things ready for our trip to Long Beach when I got the ever-dreaded call from David.
They were sending him to the brig for pre-trial confinement.
I was to come get the car and his personal belongings but I couldn't get there within 15 minutes so they made him leave his wallet, cash, and car key inside the unlocked car. I had to go home and get his running shoes and tried to find his boots. I took them and some books to him and he was able to come out and get them from me.
When he got out of the truck, he grabbed me and squeezed me. I started crying again and he began to as well. I didn't even get to see him for more than 3 minutes before they said they had to take him back. Mom gave him a hug and was crying too. Dad didn't realize he was beside us cause the visit was so short.
Mom and I drove Baby, the nickname we have for the car cause she "cries" when her coolant light comes on, home and continued to bawl all the way. By the time we got home I was already deep into my anxiety attack.
I tried to eat a little food but ended up getting sick after I cried in the bath. I told some friends I'd see them online but I just flopped on my bed and my mom came in and covered me with her blanket I love and handed me Munkey, a little black gorilla he won me at the fair. I loved it from first sight. I grabbed one of his shirts and cried into it and eventually fell asleep. According to my mom, I mumbled all night in my sleep.
I just woke up about an hour ago but I feel like I was ran over by a steamroller. I got up and went into the living room with my mom, who didn't sleep at all last night, and I couldn't help but cry a little more. I can't walk around this house without seeing him here. Shaving in the bathroom, sitting in the recliner in the living room with Brack on his lap, at the computer, laying in bed watching DVDs, in the kitchen getting a glass of Mountain Dew, or sitting at the table with all of us playing card games or Monopoly. I cry when I see Baby sitting in the driveway when I take the dog outside.
I can't help it. I love him. All I can do is hope he's all right. We were going to Long Beach to see Casey, my godson, Tiggs, and Nate. We were only 3 hours away from leaving when they took him. He wanted to go so he wouldn't be driven insane by being away from me. A simple weekend alone together, that's all we asked for.
The day was going just fine, Mom and I were doing laundry and getting things ready for our trip to Long Beach when I got the ever-dreaded call from David.
They were sending him to the brig for pre-trial confinement.
I was to come get the car and his personal belongings but I couldn't get there within 15 minutes so they made him leave his wallet, cash, and car key inside the unlocked car. I had to go home and get his running shoes and tried to find his boots. I took them and some books to him and he was able to come out and get them from me.
When he got out of the truck, he grabbed me and squeezed me. I started crying again and he began to as well. I didn't even get to see him for more than 3 minutes before they said they had to take him back. Mom gave him a hug and was crying too. Dad didn't realize he was beside us cause the visit was so short.
Mom and I drove Baby, the nickname we have for the car cause she "cries" when her coolant light comes on, home and continued to bawl all the way. By the time we got home I was already deep into my anxiety attack.
I tried to eat a little food but ended up getting sick after I cried in the bath. I told some friends I'd see them online but I just flopped on my bed and my mom came in and covered me with her blanket I love and handed me Munkey, a little black gorilla he won me at the fair. I loved it from first sight. I grabbed one of his shirts and cried into it and eventually fell asleep. According to my mom, I mumbled all night in my sleep.
I just woke up about an hour ago but I feel like I was ran over by a steamroller. I got up and went into the living room with my mom, who didn't sleep at all last night, and I couldn't help but cry a little more. I can't walk around this house without seeing him here. Shaving in the bathroom, sitting in the recliner in the living room with Brack on his lap, at the computer, laying in bed watching DVDs, in the kitchen getting a glass of Mountain Dew, or sitting at the table with all of us playing card games or Monopoly. I cry when I see Baby sitting in the driveway when I take the dog outside.
I can't help it. I love him. All I can do is hope he's all right. We were going to Long Beach to see Casey, my godson, Tiggs, and Nate. We were only 3 hours away from leaving when they took him. He wanted to go so he wouldn't be driven insane by being away from me. A simple weekend alone together, that's all we asked for.