A year ago today, I started school, A started school, and we had our first court hearing in the custody case.
In some ways, it doesn't feel like a year ago, but in other ways, it feels like yesterday.
I don't regret filing for custody for one second. It was something that had to be done.
K has had A back for six months and is slowly getting back into trouble. As much as that saddens me, it gives me great pride to listen to people complain about K not changing because I just want to shake my head and say "Yep, told ya so."
I don't wish my sister ill-will, I just know at this point, she's likely never going to change. The only thing I can hope for at this point is that A comes out as undamaged as possible.