While my thoughts today have been geared toward the election, I am not going to write about it right now. Suffice it to say that I voted!
Things on the set of The Jason Show have calmed down over the last few weeks. Last week was my soon-to-be-ex-son-in-law's sentencing. He was sentenced to two counts of inflicting grave bodily harm to a child, with four years in state prison. It is likely that he will end up serving around two of those years, with the months that he has been in jail already counting toward his sentence. It is estimated he will be released early 2010. Hilary, Giancarlo, Claire, Amelia, and I went to the sentencing together. The detective and the assistant district attorney were incredibly kind and accommodating to us, taking time to walk us through the process, asking if we had any questions, and asking if any of us wanted to make an official statement in the courtroom. We were all at a loss for words, except Hilary. Hilary took a few minutes to scribble out some of her thoughts and then it was her turn to stand before the judge, the attorneys, and the man who did this horrible thing to her baby. She poured her heart out--the words flew out of her mouth so quickly that the D.A. had to ask her to slow down so the court reporter could get them all.
After all of these months, Claire, Giancarlo, and I had nothing to say to Nathan or the court. I suppose that is a sign that we have processed it all and we're ready to move forward? Claire was especially surprised that she had nothing to say.
By the way? I'd MUCH rather visit criminal court than family court!!!
Then we piled back into the homobile (that's what I call our minivan) and had an early lunch at Olive Garden! I had grilled chicken with gnocchi. It felt good to finally experience some sense of closure. . . at least to this chapter.
Speaking of gnocchi. I love gnocchi! You may recall that the last time I had gnocchi Giancarlo thought I had stinky feet. Which I did not. I am very conscious of whether my feet stink or not. And if they are, I promptly remedy the situation. Are you? Conscious about about how your feet smell or don't smell? How do people not realize that their feet stink? The other day I was having a very serious discussion about some very serious family drama with my MIL (that I was in no way the middle of this time, thank heavens) and her feet were so stinky I couldn't focus on what I was trying to say. And I couldn't move away either or else she wouldn't understand me due her hearing problem.
Anyway. That brings me to another thing. I'd like to open this question up to all of you out there: How many of you out there are in relationships with someone from another country or culture? What are some of the difficulties that you have experienced with this? Living in a multi-cultural household, I often find myself facing issues that come due to the differences between our family cultures. And this, incidentally, is the root of the very serious family drama that I mentioned above. I would share the details of what has transpired but I'm afraid I would offend someone. But let me reiterate---I am so gosh darn thrilled that I'm not stuck in the middle of this one! That almost makes me giddy!
Is that wrong?