It's Finally Over
Over 2 years ago Honeybun did something really stupid and was found unconscious on the ground in a ditch. I'll never forget calling his cellphone repeatedly at 2 am, wondering why he hadn't come home, and hearing an officer answer. He told me Honeybun was found in a ditch, unresponsive. He purposefully made me think Honeybun was dead; and when I tried to scream, nothing came out before I fell to the ground. Though he wasn't operating a vehicle at the time, he was charged with a DUI, and we've been fighting it ever since.
Over 2 years of fighting. Of taking days off work just to find that the date had been moved - again. Of waiting, because sometimes that's all we could do. Of seeing the same judge's face countless times. Of listening to the prosecutor talk shit about Honeybun's case, not realizing we could hear. Of Honeybun having an impossible time job-hunting because he couldn't pass a background check. Of defending him against both our families. Of holding him up when he sunk into depression and didn't want to live anymore.
This morning Honeybun's lawyer handed him a sheet of paper with only one sentence on it: