I thought I better go do something functional, but it's after 5 pm and I should know better. Evenings are dysfunctional. The brain weariness hits early on, and the medicinal red wine is prescribed for any time after 5 pm. I'm home alone - Eric is back in good old California - that wonderful place that I used to consider the home of my lost tribe. He went to California last Tuesday so he could go to Andrea's sentencing on Wednesday and say his supportive spiel to the judge. I sent in my 35 page supportive letter the week before.
Andrea was sentenced to a year in jail for spousal abuse and accessory to assault with a deadly weapon. The DA wanted 5 years in the state prison. Even the evil judge thought that was excessive for a first offense. Andrea gets to stay in the nice county jail that she has grown acustomed to these past 4o some days. It almost sounds like summer camp with classes, time outside in the yard to play baskeball and softball....learning to crochet, a lending library and vending machines......
The judge made a big deal over Andrea's drug abuse, even though that wasn't at all what the trial was about. Can a judge do that? She admonished everyone who sent letters of support for not mentioning the drug problem. Eric wasn't allowed to tell her that our attorney had advised us all to stick to the trial issues - VIOLENCE! No! Andrea is (kind of) not a violent person! She is actually innocent of all the charges she was tried for. But guess what! I like the sentence!
She has to attend drug rehab in the jail for 4 months. When she gets out she has to go to rehab again! Then, she gets 5 years probation and if she even looks at somebody involved with drugs or any no-nos she gets sent to the state prison for the 5 years! Is that an incentive to change or what!?! The mean old judge gave Andrea the tough love we couldn't bring ourselves to do for the past 8 years.
Does Andrea understand what this is all about? No way! She is still in the deep caress of denial! Does she need drug rehab? Nope - she thinks she has been off drugs for 6 weeks now so she is cured! She thinks she should be able to get out, have good old mom and dad fork over a few thousand dollars to set her up in yet another nice shiny apartment, fill it with food, and then search the internet for a nice job she can get that requires minimal effort with maximal pay!
As soon as that first paycheck arrived, her brain has been programmed to call John, her number 1 dealer of choice! Good old John! He left her notes of encouragement during her trial - "Good luck today"! He left her notes on the door to her apartment when she was unexpectedly taken to jail instead of being able to go home for that next hook-up with John - "Where are you? Call me. I've got what you need"!! Those kind of encouragements stick with a girl.
Yes, the trial and the judge were in cahoots to block all the past details that led Andrea to the point of making her hillbilly heir husband, Kenneth, mad enough to throw her to the ground outside her apartment when she tried to leave. When her new buddy Mike heard her yell that she was being hurt, he bolted to her rescue, scuffled with Kenneth and maybe bopped him on the head a few times with a skateboard when Kenneth refused to give up Mike's backpack he had grabbed. Poor old Kenneth. Laying in the fetal position on the sidewalk with blood running down his head. Police came, and guess who was arrested!?! Ding ding ding ding ding! Yes! The victim of years of mental, emotional, and physical abuse was arrested on charges of spousal battery and accessory to assault with a deadly weapon (a skateboard). Kenneth played it to the hilt - oh yeah.......he was a wiley coyote!
So anyway - the point is, I can't do anything functional after 5 pm. Except if its on the computer. Sometimes I can heat something in the microwave for dinner, but don't expect much more than that. That's my bad. I know I should change. But so far I haven't. Is that inherited????????
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