Life in the County Jail
It’s not something I am proud of. I am the only one in my family who has this distinction. I’m sure my parents are both oh so proud. (read sarcasm). It was the last stop on my journey free fall to rock bottom. Life continually tries to teach us lessons and will continue to teach until we finally learn. Sometimes we refuse to learn, and life will hit us in the head with a brick. This was my brick.
May 2008, I actually started out to do the right thing, and two and a half weeks later I went home. I spent 17 days in jail. These are the story.
Note: My sister was convinced I’d be back in jail by my 40th birthday (just 6 short weeks after getting out). I came home May 21, 2008 and have not been back, nor do I have any intention of going back.
If it wasn’t mentioned in the story above, just before I was to be released, my ex husband filed for sole custody of the girls. That battle would be stretched out almost to the end of the year. And court dates for the whole mess that landed me in jail in the first place would take until March/April of 2009 to resolve,