I was so angry on Friday.
It looks like we are now a nation that has legalized a practice we once prosecuted as a war crime.
It looks like our new Attorney General believes that the law applies to everyone but the president.
It looks like a war with Iran depends on which side of the bed the VP gets out of, because the Congress can't stop it, the people can't stop it and the media needs something bigger to cover than Britney.
But by Saturday, none of that made any difference. Fuck it. They'll do what they do, regardless of what I think.
Molly is back in the hospital. Each time is worse than the time before. She can't work. She has cut off her friends. She has quit the band. She's given up ever feeling right again.
My wife is a rock, but she is tired. I've lost hope. I am resigned to the family being broken, bankrupt and, in the end, I believe we'll still lose her.
In the meantime, we drive to work, we go to meetings, we write for pharmaceuticals that don't seem able to help any of us, we make meals we don't eat and we sleep without dreams.
We're going dark here for a few days. Maybe longer.
I knew you'd understand.