Actually it has been a strange day altogether, not just this evening. Tomorrow afternoon is another court date for my 28 year old daughter who showed up a couple of months ago at 4 in the morning with a can of gas in hand. I guess she had intended to come in and dump it on me while I slept and light fire to me.
None of this is straight from her mouth as she has refused to see me or write an explanation since that early morning visit. She is still in jail, and I got word last week from the prosecutor that he intends to drop the charges against her. Not altogether surprised but definitly a let down.
I would like to see her get some long over due help for her drug problems and now for what appears to be some mental health issues, but it doesn’t look as though it is going to happen this time around either. I would like to think it will not take me being killed for the law to actually take a stand and follow the law, or the judge to actually use his or her power to keep me and society safe.
Tonight is a strange evening as I wonder about securing our home, ways of trying to safeguard my family members who live in my home, and myself. In life we all have a potential possibility of being harmed by someone or something, yet there is for me and my family a feeling of a more intense sense of awareness that we are not safe from one of our own. We are not safe from a family member, my own child non the less who has made a choice to use drugs, to harm her brain, and now has become a threat to me, and perhaps her entire family.
