Houston, my beloved son

I hve been laying low after the trials. Wrote a long post about 15 minutes ago. My trial is on June 27, or something is on 6/27. It was supposed to be over May 31 but it got fucked up as usual. I started crying and they hustled me out of the courtroom, me saying I just can't take any more. The DA could have waived the case and and again at the first arraignment (this is the 118lb me battering two officers) I have pictures of my bruises. But I'm tired, don't want to fight anymore
Then I filed charges against a guy I talked to at the supermarket. He followed me and knocked at my door at 9:30am. HE Wwanted to come in. I said no, he was prowling the house and he wasn't looking to get anything but me. I called 911. They took him off in handcuffs. The DA's office called me yesterday and said they are not pressing charges against him because it wOnluasn't nota big At enough deal. But they are prosecuting me. I hate it, I want it to be over. I can't stand it anymore.