I seriously wrote a novel explaining the complicated week I've had earlier today. The 'website' was 'not responding.' Effing molarkey-- so here's a really choppy version, and know that there is so much more that I'm not willing to write at the moment.
Travis had a few old DUI's that he hadn't taken care of. Friday, May 12th, @ 5:45 PM, I got a call at work from one of his good friends. He had been 'picked up.' I have no idea how long he'll be in there. His parents got the best damn attorney available- they've got a comfortable amount of money to spare. He may be getting out on bond come Monday, or Tuesday. Which will be the best thing that will happen since- I don't know what. That was pretty articulate, wasn't it? I have not been able to stop thinking about him and how much I need him in my every day life since the day I received the call. We literally talked every day, from the time I woke up in the morning, til the time one of us went to bed. If one of us couldn't sleep at night, like when I couldn't sleep cause my throat was killing me, we were up and more than happy to give moral support. He has already gone through a real change. This is a serious wake-up call for him. I was beginning to think that I might love this guy before he went in, and not having him is making me think that even more. I've been talking to his mom every day, and to him about every day as well. His mother really likes me. Travis has the best parents in the world. They're great. They really care about their son, no matter what foolish things he's done in the past. I guess that's kind of a given, really. Travis and his mother got started on this new thing where they can't stand the fact that I ride my bike everywhere. Especially at night. Travis was saying that I'm going to be taking his truck to drive very soon, and when I talked to him for the second time today, said that his parents were talking about buying me a car. So, right now, the only thing I can really do, is wait to hear how long he might be put away, and when I hear that, will have to make a decision as to whether or not I'm capable of waiting. If we're lookin at five years, we're lookin at a huge possibility that I can't do that. But I can't predict the future, so who knows what will happen. All I know, is that this is the most confusing, and emotionally draining thing I've been through. I think.
Aside from that; Last night I played my first role of designated driver ever. Jeezis kryst, was it a tough job. I did pretty good with the whole not needing a drink thing, I guess. It was a little weird, but I pulled through. And, about a week ago I weighed myself, and as of today, I've lost five pounds. So, on Monday- that'll make it two weeks!!! wow!! And I've been hanging out at all the places I would if I were drinking. That's pretty much wherever I go, so that's hard to get around I suppose.
Well, That's the news. I spend all day wishing I could see my boy, half hoping he'll show up at my work in the middle of the day. Can't seem to lay the reality down in my head. At least not until I hear the end result. I'm gonna go.