Here I sit, at my mother's house in my old bedroom, the first place that I ever made love, the first place I ever layed with the boy that would later be my husband, and tomorrow, June 10th, is my birthday, his birthday, our anniversary, and will make 9yrs to the day since I gave myself to him... But tomorrow will not be a happy day, instead of holding me, kissing me, and loving me like he always does, my Jimmy is locked away in a tiny jail cell, waiting to see if/when he will get to hold me again. Tomorrow, instead of holding him and telling him happy birthday/anniversary, I get to put my hand on a piece of glass and talk through a phone.... GOD DAMMIT!!!!!!!!!! TOMORROW IS SUPPOSED TO BE HAPPY!!!!!!!!!!!
