You Have a Lead Pipe? Good, Please Beat Me With It.
Because it would feel a hell of a lot better than the pain of saying goodbye to my kids yet again. I'd take broken bones with a smile if I could trade. Tomorrow, once again, I will be at the mercy of the Cook County judicial system. This time, however, I have no idea how long they plan to keep me. I will be walking in having no clue when I will walk back out. The agony of this lack of knowledge is indescribable. Anytime before this, it was easier to swallow. The kids could mark the days, and were able to prepare ahead of time. Tonight I had to watch my daughter cry because she was afraid I wouldn't be home for her birthday or Christmas, and listen to my son plead with me to not go at all, even though he knows I have no choice. Let me tell you, there is nothing... NOTHING more heart shredding than hearing this from them and having no definitive answer to appease them with. I would rather peel my own fucking skin off. The biggest ass kickier in this whole ordeal? The