My son was arraigned today, via T.V. connection from the jail he looked bad, hair matted, unshaven, and still in street clothes. Certainly appeared very nervous and scared, and couldn’t remember his address.
The Judge asked to raise his right hand and swear to tell the truth, (this is something he has never done, tell the truth that is). And then asked him his address and he fumbled over it. Asked him why he didn’t show up for his court date, answering he was out of state visiting relatives. Did you forget you had a court date, he was asked, No he answered. Got there and couldn’t get back, (Lie number 1, His God father had given him money to get home and he did use it that way). This case will be held over till February 29th, and because you’re a flight risk no bail will be set at this time. The Judge stated he would be remaining in the County Jail, until his court date in February.
Actually, thinking to myself this was going to happen. He couldn’t see us to know his family was there to support him, which is sad. But to learn a lesson, he is going to have to go thru this. He has to change, and do believe as hard as it is to leave him there, I going to. Being free, this is a pleasure in life that shouldn’t be taken for granted. Hoping he can do some serious soul searching while he is detained, and change for the better.
We should learn from our mistakes, we should know right from wrong, we should always go to court, and we shouldn’t drive without insurance, or on a suspended license. All this is common sense, something he grew up knowing better than doing. Even if you can’t afford it, he could have asked. He always asked for money, any other time, not that I gave it to him all the time. But if it was really important I would have, I don’t make much money, but I would have tried to help.
My son is Just like his father from looks to the way he acts. When I look at him I see his father, the father that denied him, spit him out. My son didn’t have a closing to his Father’s death, he didn’t attend the funeral. The reason for the trip now to where he was born was to go to the house we lived in as a family and visit his Father’s grave. His Sisters and I travelled there, for the funeral, and visited the house as well, my daughters really haven’t moved on either, and then they have. They had somewhat of a closing of a life their Father lived. To this day the four of us have really not healed and his painful death haunts us. Their Father died by slipping and hitting his head in the shower. My son really needed a Father, but his Father didn’t need him. My son remembers many calls that their Father was too busy, and didn’t have time to talk to them. Just as they were sort of back in his life he died suddenly. This was a total shock to me, when my daughter called to tell me that their Father died.
Telling my children, when I am gone all they will have left is each other, they are close, but hate each other the same. My oldest daughter is worried about him, hoping nothing happens to him in Jail, because of his bad temper. He does keep everything inside, and then blows. She is worried because she is the oldest, and she has been mad at him since he kicked us all out of his Wedding.
Oh by the way he is married, where is the wife? She decided she didn’t want to be married to him anymore, and kicked him out, after only 2 months of wedded bliss. This is when he decided to travel to his birth state. She has since done some terrible things, signing the title of his truck over to herself; forging his name to the title, he left the truck for her to drive to find a job. And because he truly loved her son and this isn’t the way he wanted it to end. She simply used him for his money, and then threw him to the Buzzards.
We as a family haven’t went thru something like this before, and it has a new set of rules. From what we could bring to him, to what he needed, to when or if we could see him.
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