She was arrested, again and if looks like she won’t be home for close to a year this time. I’m exhausted, scared, furious and frustrated.
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I left work early and met with her probation officer and found out what had happened. This is the seventh time she’s been picked up for shoplifting.
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This time, her probation was revoked because she broke almost every rule. She had a large purse, several bags and canvas bags with various items in them in her suv. This was after she told her PO that she was behaving. A surprise inspection led to the arrest.
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I plead her case even spending over an hour in her car going through all the bags and producing enough receipts from each to satisfy the officer which I did. I explained her health issues and PTSD she suffered the past abuse she had suffered also. I practically begged her but to no avail.
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I was instructed to return to the county jail to obtain the possessions that were on her person when she was arrested. I knew this would unfortunately mean 😢 I’d have to return with her mother.
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Later we make our way to the county jail. After repeatedly comforting her mother for the umpteenth time we arrive. She’s drinking from her thermos and I can smell the vodka on her breath (reminiscent of the DUI she had received some 6 months earlier which I had bailed her out from). I am instructed by her mom to remain in the (car) parking lot and that she’d return with the items.
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I wait and one hour goes by, two, three, almost four. I get out and make my way to the jail, the night air greets me with cruel November fingers.
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Inside, I find her mom passed out in the waiting room with the items we came for. I do my best and wake her so that we can leave.
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We stop and I grab a dinner (I’ll never ate) and a large coffee (for her). We finally get back home and her mom somewhat sobered up leaves.
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It’s 1:00 am and I stare at the items before me on the couch (which served as my bed for the past 3 1/2 years) a purse, a bag, a sweater and her laptop. I hold the sweater to my face and I can smell her and fresh warm tears stream down and all us a blur for a bit. This had become a common occurrence lately as her problems seem to have compounded.
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I turn on the laptop (per her instructions) as I needed to check emails because I’d have to sell items (on EBay) as I had times before to help make ends meet. Seems, Uncle Sam doesn’t grant social security to semi-permanent or any other persons who are in jail since they’re technically cared for there.
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Of course for those in a household needing that income to stay afloat and keep the lights on it poses problems. I look for the email addresses I was instructed (per the note she left me with her mom).
As I finish (it’s nearly 2 now) I know I need to sleep but I can’t.
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I look back at the 12 inch screen and think to myself (something that’s been nagging at me) about how much she’d never let me into this laptop pretty much ever unless she was in jail. I start going through folders and my heart stops.
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I get bad butterflies and my stomach touches the earth’s core… What follows is very reminiscent of what ended my first marriage. Emails reeking of unfaithfulness. Professions of love to an ex boyfriend of some 20 years ago. A person that she had frequently spoken of as friend and mentioned to me many times.
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The betrayal stung like 1000 needles. More warm tears and my mouth agape as I read an email from her mother that made me shake to the very core of my soul.
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“I’m beyond happy for you dear. I know you’ve always wanted a true love and now you have a soulmate. It’s only a matter of time until you’re out (precious jail stay). Don’t worry your man will wait. I’m just glad we’re fooling your fiancé. What a fool, he thinks you love him but you can dump him when your soulmate leaves his wife. Don’t worry I’ll pile on the tears and your fiancé will be none the wiser taking care of you and your home and your bills awaiting your arrival home.”
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I buckled a little but knuckled down clenching as I closed my eyes and my soul screamed into the abyss. More warm tears. This is it, this is the end, of us….
Nana, where have you gone, why did you have to leave?
You were a huge part of my life since I began to breathe.
You left 8 years before your life ended, as the Alzheimer’s and dementia took your beautiful mind/personality/memory and obliterated it all.
You read all of my poetry and writings when I was a child and then as a young adult and you always encouraged me to keep at it. My first fan ❤️😊
Watching you rapidly disappear from yourself was beyond painful. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone.
I know if you had a choice you’d remain forever and I wish you could.
A hideous disease took away your memory of me well before that.
I miss your love and guidance.
I miss your laugh, if I try hard I can still hear it echoing in my mind.
I miss your cooking and ever so slightly broken- English.
I miss your stories of the old country.
I miss your calming energy presence in my life as these past 20 years have been challenging.
I am thankful for all you shared and showed and the mere echo of all of this is nice but nothing compared to your being here.
Thank you for building me up through those awkward horrible teenage years. It took a long time for women to get and frankly most still don’t, but I can hear you still sharply objecting to my self criticism and saying how handsome I was. Thank you for that I always felt like the greatest version of myself when I was around you.
Each time I see someone blog about their grandmother your loss hits me hard again.
So I say to everyone, love the important people in your life because they will not be a part of (in person) forever.
I wish I could hug you one more time and receive what we use to call a “nana kiss” which would leave dents on the jawbone from the shear force. 😂
I never could say goodbye and I never will.
Your love and touches on my life have made the man I am today.
So I thank you and hug you from afar but I cannot lie, it’s nothing compared to hugging you in person.
So “Rosarita Pizza Face” (family nickname) enjoy your eternity (you’ve earned it through love and sacrifice) and your rewards ❤️❤️
Write about a time when you didn’t take action but wish you had. What would you do differently?
This is a more difficult question for me to answer. I was in a situation where I was forced to not act out of an agreement with my ex-wife and I had to endure some terrible things in front of me and not act on them.
You see, before we got together or got married, my ex-wife made me promise that no matter what happened with her kids and her that I was not to interfere, ever have her to contend with.
My ex middle stepson would suffer bouts of narcissistic rage brought on by damage to his head caused by an accident when he was five and bipolar disorder combined. These resulted in some very scary events that I was not allowed to act on and I’m gonna share one now.
I believe the argument was over shoes. my daughters best friend was dating my ex stepson and I guess she was jealous over some shoes that my stepdaughter had gotten that she didn’t have.
My ex stepson acted like the enforcer and basically got into a physical confrontation with my ex-wife. He head butted her and pushed her on the ground and of course she got furious and attacked him, and I had to stand there and watch it and not act otherwise she would’ve attacked me. I wanted to jump in do badly and felt so helpless watching the terror unfold. 
Not a good arrangement I would advise No one ever agree to an arrangement like that if they ever get married. No violence should be tolerated from anyone. Being asked to ignore it while it’s happening in front of you is the worst kind of torture.
Do I regret that I didn’t act?? You’re damn right I do. it killed me to see that happen and it happened like five different times I should’ve just called the cops and had him arrested for it. Hindsight being 2020 but that’s the same for all of us.
Violence is never the answer to anything, and if you are in a relationship where violence is a common occurrence, be it with your partner, or your partner’s children/family you should just get out of that relationship and never look back. Toxic and traumatic experiences such as these and may lead to years of therapy from PTSD or worse.
Below is my brainstorm list along with reassurances to myself as I prepared to make a grand exodus out of the most toxic relationship of my entire life. Planned and executed over just 8 days…(February 2022).
Todo for New Life
-Get new bank acct.
-Make arrangements for direct deposit for final checks to go there.
-Get passport.
-Speak to LDSS see if the writing gig can continue.
-interview for job at Joel’s work.
-order new debit card for current acct.
-notify post office to close PO Box.
-cash $250 check from mom and pop for bd to get to Cali.
-refill all prescriptions that I can.
-pack suitcase and gym bag for trip.
-leave Thursday night if at all possible or early Friday.
-Try and get close to 5k altogether, see if you can bill a lot for final LDSS check.
-New cell service, or sim and new #.
-Car insurance.
-Register car in Cali.
-pay Feb car pmt.
-change address for LDSS and NHV.
-change address for BofA.
-build 2 laptops for Pima.
-tell Curtis that Pap wants their desktop back build new LAS?