Buy the end of the summer I was back in court.
For the 3rd… Restraining Order.
The courtroom was packed with dozens and dozens and dozens of young people with Lawyers.
It made me ask the clerk what was going on? He said, this is the DUI driving under the influence of drugs or alcohol courtroom.
The clerk brought me into the open courtroom to my Judge. A few people were already seated in chairs. They were awaiting their turn when the Judge would call their name.
When my name was called. I was to stand up.
Of course, like the other, Two Restraining Orders, Nick was nowhere to be seen.
The Judge gave me a 10-year Restraining Order.
I was lost with words. I breathed in as slowly as I could. Trying to think what to say. But tears clouded my vision and then exploded down my face.
I still had an attachment to Nick: History, Memories, years and years together all this past was far from faded.
I stumbled and mumbled to the Judge about our long marriage. She was impatient said: “Out Loud. Drop it to Four Years.”
When I told Paige later that day she was infuriated. ”I’m sorry…I’m sorry.” I said. I tried to describe how hard, lonely, scared and unreal, 10 years felt to me.