It went as well as it could. I was extremely nervous and spent the day trying not to freak out and despite it being a quiet hearing I'm emotionally exhausted. My lawyer was very pointed about my AH's history with relapses and rehabs and the judge agreed that supervised visitation for DD2 was the way to go. Thank god, because I think I would go crazy with worry if he had the baby alone.
Roller coaster of emotions today. I felt bad that my lawyer hammered on my STBXAH so hard, but all he presented was the facts and the facts bear that whatever his efforts at recovery, he's still not in a good place. My AH knows recovery talk through and through but can't put it into action without his hubris and ego getting in the way.
I miss the man I married. Preparing for this hearing reminded me how bad things were for how long. I don't quite feel regret, I guess I'm just sad. This is an awful disease. Just awful. It's hell.