Never in my wildest dreams did I believe that I might one day be in JAIL. It is not something you think about, or daydream about taking place. I used to daydream about sickness or death-in myself or family members (I'm a bit morbid, like that), or accidents happening..."what would happen if I crashed my car, riiiight NOW". I would even think and dream about happy things from time to time; getting my Masters in Education, having a second child, winning the lottery, etc. But again, never anything as crazy, horrible or stupid as ending up in jail.
Jail was where the bad people went, right? People who break the law, and are downright awful, or so we were told growing up. So when it became a reality that I myself was headed to jail, in full ankle-wrist-waist shackles, I certainly had a mental break... well deserved, you will see.
Deep, deep down I knew it was a possibility but I hadn't fully prepared myself for this new reality. I had not said goodbye to family, or even told anyone the truth of my situation. My biggest regret is not getting to say goodbye to my son that morning, before he left for school and I left for court. If I had known that I wouldn't be able to physically touch him for six months from that day, I would've held him for an eternity that morning. If I would've accepted that I had the possibility of going to jail that day, I would have made love to my husband the night before...and the night before that, and the night before that. (We'll get into that little sex nugget later on, don't worry).
Now, while I am not ready to disclose why I went to jail, I can say that I feel my sentence was harsh, but probably necessary to teach a lesson.
I met some very interesting people while in jail for six months and had some wicked experiences. If you'll join me on this wild ride, hang on tight because it's about to get bumpy...
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