A good day, sort of.

Today was another court day. It wasn't as bad as the first. I sort of knew what to expect. The defense attorney sort of irritated me, but I think he was trying to. Big jerk.

Next week I have a meeting where I'll be going over my testimony and helping the District Attorney however I can. It's the least I can do, I guess.

It looks like an end is coming though, and I really look forward to that. This has just drained me completely. I cannot get to the end fast enough. I feel plagued constantly and I'm so weary.

It looks like I'll have two more hearing dates to attend and then the trial is tentatively set for October. I don't look forward to it. What's especially hard about this is that this whole thing seems to rest on my shoulders. It's a lot of pressure and I feel crippled and burdened. And I just want to scream at people because this isn't our fault and we didn't choose this, but it feels like we're being punished. I know we're not, I know I'm not...but it feels that way.

I've prepared my victim's resolution statement that has taken me months to compose. It's been in almost every thought I've had. I tend to overthink things, but it's very important and I didn't want to miss anything. I've condensed it to 2 pages. It means I'll wear my heart on my sleeve and be vulnerable and show my broken heart, but it needs to be done. It has to be done.

Everyone is well. Sorry for the fail at updating like my usual chipper self...or disturbed self, or funny self. Meh. Whatever.

Well, I gotta head out for my run. I've been doing very, very well. I'm increasing my mileage and consistently bettering my time. It's getting easier. Although, the other day I ran up two hills in the same run, and I have to say it about killed me. Still though, I managed 10:13 per mile...not too shabby for a big girl like me. :)

I hope you are all well.