I am so effing stressed. More and more recently, I feel like there's a wolf at the door, biding his time until he bursts through and rips my throat out. Graphic? Yes. Valid? Maybe.
I'm on the verge of a potential lawsuit and the stress of not knowing whether it is going to happen (and then, if it does happen, how I'll pay for a lawyer) is killing me. Perhaps it would be better to know. Perhaps it wouldn't. Right now, it feels like it would.
I check my email near-constantly for word from my estate attorney regarding the matter. Small joyful moments in my life are interrupted by the realization that this could be happening. I'm thinking about going to my doctor for anti-anxiety medication.
I hope that by the time I write again, I know how this is going to turn out. I believe in this instance, no news is bad news. And every day with no news is badder and badder and badder.
Sigh.
