Menace
August
Today very well could have been the longest day of my life. I've done nothing but write traffic tickets, try and track back the evidence that was found at the school during June, and run into f*****g roadblock after roadblock in all of the above things. The only thing I'm legitimately looking forward to is going home and having a nice quiet night with my wife. Glancing at the silicone wedding ring I wear while I'm on shift, I imagine her waiting for me. She's been at home, waiting for me every night since we got married. I don't know what I'm going to do when she has to go back to work, besides miss the f**k out of her.
As I pull into our driveway, I feel the stresses of the day seep from my body. Something about parking next to her car and knowing she's there to greet me
