In a crisis, I react like my father. I want to immediately fix whatever is going wrong. I want facts. I want solutions. I want plans. And I will just keep going until the crisis is over.
It takes me positivly ages to calm the hell down and take a look at the really obvious stuff, like that maybe my life was in danger. At the time of the crisis, I don't care. I do the right thing first, then think on it later. It doesn't mean I always do things the right way, but it does mean I react honestly. Thankfully I was brought up well, and I don't need a big book written in Hebrew to tell me right from wrong. My instictive reactions are infrequently selfish, and I like that about me.
Since Thursday night our life has been turned on its head. When you shake a snake, it bites you. It's why we we all hate snakes so much.
The next few weeks are going to be telling. We don't know if the worst will happen, but we have to assume it will, and I have to be honest and say that I am really scared. I don't get scared very often. My life choices attest to that. In most ways I am pretty brave. But right now I am just really scared. I'm scared that some psycho would rather lie to try and put my husband in prison rather than just move on with her life. I am scared of this woman who is so obsessed with my family that she spends her waking hours plotting and scheming to bring down our tiny little corner of the world, by any means possible.