Writer’s Note: This is a stream-of-conscious journal entry I wrote on May 9, 2017, where I spent close to four hours waiting in a small conference room for the first Pre-Trial Conference hearing in my daughter’s child abuse case. Although the case was settled by plea agreement five months later, our civil case is still pending. Some of the semantics I used I now understand are inaccurate. Some of the
I have always sucked at making boundaries. I know that it stems from a deep-seated need to be loved and accepted and so I tend to put up with a lot of crap from people for far longer than I should. Thankfully, therapy is curing me of that, but I know I’m not alone.
When I originally wrote this onto my 101 list, I was thinking how much I wanted to see the Sox at Fenway with my dad. It’s been something I’ve wanted to do since I was a little girl, watching Sox games together whenever they were on. That is still very much something I would like to do (Ideally, it would be a Sox-Yankees game, but…pipedreams, people.). But, this adventure was