Our plans of a quiet evening together have been rudely interrupted.

D has been called in to in-process a prisoner...I knew it was coming; the prosecuting attorney I work for made me aware of it earlier in the week.  The incoming prisoner is a piece of work...and that's really all I can say about it.  Once it's gone to trial and has been adjudicated I can say more, but until then I'm not allowed to speak about it. I'll just say that he deserves every second of jail time he gets, and he ought to be thankful he's in small facility where he can be easily segregated.

I'm used to this now.  I'm used to my husband having to leave in the middle of the night, or during dinner or a birthday party.  3 years of his running a jail and a 2 year stint as a detective have taught me that I can't rely on him for much....... .doing so only gets me upset when he gets called away, then I brood, getting more and more frustrated and angry that he's gone; that someone or something else was more important to him than his wife and kids were.  I've learned that dinners can be reheated, parties do go on regardless of if Dad's there or not, and that I can successfully keep both halves of the bed warm so he's got something comfortable to crawl into when he does eventually come home.

It's not such a big deal.  Besides, I know he's doing something worthwhile...it's not like he's going out partying or anything.

So, 11 years later, and I'm alone.  *sigh*....well, I did know what I was letting myself in for....