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The Penthouse Suite Visit

The Penthouse Suite Visit

 Have you ever spent time in jail? I have and I became acquainted with jails when I was fifty-one. I know it’s crazy but so true I was quite naive to the internet for the longest time.

I still believed that people were good and honest, which I soon learned is the farthest from the truth as you can get. I was on classmates and an old class mate that I went to school with in the sixth grade. She contacted me and I returned her email and she proceeded to tell me how she had just gone through a divorce.

I had told her that I was doing the big D thing myself, (my husband and I did reconciled) and she fed off that like a bear on salmon. I had fallen and torn the tendon up to my thigh and I couldn’t get around so I made her an offer.

I would fly her up here and help her get a job and car if she helped me while I was on the mend. Well, she grabbed onto that and when I picked her up from the airport she had nothing but a briefcase. She had no clothes, nothing.

It was her birthday so I stopped and bought her some panties and some hygiene products. She helped for about three days and then she started in with wanting beer all the time. I was soon to find out that she was basically, a drug whore, alcoholic, prostitute.

She ended up stealing a necklace of my daughter’s and she was talking to guys on craigs list. She found one that worked for the railroad and when I kicked her out she moved in with him. I went over there and stepped into the house and she called the cops.

They arrested me and went through my van confiscating my weed and paraphernalia and I had the card from the state but they didn’t care. They should have never entered my vehicle, gee what fucking pricks, and of course they think their fucking nazis as they are all bald and some short ass well.

The charges ended up getting dropped three grand later but I was glad to be rid of the bitch, she was nothing but a con. But I did learn from her and someone else who scammed me, scammed me damn good he did, got me when I was weak and down.

I was trying to keep my shit together but I was totally scattered, all over the fucking place as my marriage kept dragging me down further and further. He was depressed but I had my own issues to deal with and his lack of involvement in the family had finally just worn on me.

He wanted me to go to marriage counseling when I asked him to go to counseling, so I ended up filing for divorce. You do not get the right to slam your sperm into a woman’s womb, make a baby and decide to check out of the family when your kids are in high school?

Go ahead asswipe is what I had thought and I told him I wanted a separation, I should have moved out but I moved into our basement which is actually a lower apartment. Big mistake, HUGE as he started stealing my items and telling me I lost them.

He tried so damn hard to make me think I was crazy and he was actually doing a good job of it. Who in the fuck would stoop to that level? Someone very hurt and jealous along with being a control freak, it drove him crazy to think I was meeting other men.

He kept fucking with me so I went out of my way to make him think I was meeting men, when in fact I was not but he wouldn’t fly straight. He deleted all my contacts on my phone several times, hid my keys, mail, bills you name it.

Anyway, back to the jail stories, my dad passed away in January and I went to his home and went in like two months ago. The cops were called and they told me I could not enter the home with the documentation that I had.

They ended up arresting me and I spent two weeks in jail while my daughter found homes for my dogs, like stab me in the back turn me around and stab me multiple times in the heart. Now that hurt and it hurt bad as I still miss my “babies”.

Yepper, two weeks and it wasn’t to bad actually as I focused on one person that has always been there for me, yes my angel. He is always there and he has helpedme learn to meditate and focus on what is important and only that.

Gotta tell ya, the food sucked big time and they didn’t give me my meds for the first three days which really fucked me up. I was the oldest on our “block” and if you wanted to ask the guard something you had to write it on a “kite”, a piece of paper and slide it under the window.

They answered you when they felt like it and if they felt like it, some of the girls on the block were pretty good at scamming and that is an entirely different kind of scamming than on the internet. These people are street scammers, they know how to get what they want and not just money.

The only thing they look forward to is meals and that is really sad as they give you such nasty shit. I traded the garbage food for apples and I ate those as the first three days all I did was have the runs and sleep. That seems to be standard protocol for your first visit to the country.

Well, the charges are getting dropped next Friday because the probate judge confirmed that I had the write to enter my fathers home. There’s more to that story but really not worth wasting my time to write about it, you got it right my dad had a girlfriend and the story for that situation is a doozy alright.

Gotta tell ya, the food sucked big time and they didn’t give me my meds for the first three days which really fucked me up. I was the oldest on our “block” and if you wanted to ask the guard something you had to write it on a “kite”, a piece of paper and slide it under the window.

They answered you when they felt like it and if they felt like it, some of the girls on the block were pretty good at scamming and that is an entirely different kind of scamming than on the internet. These people are street scammers, they know how to get what they want and not just money.

The only thing they look forward to is meals and that is really sad as they give you such nasty shit. I traded the garbage food for apples and I ate those as the first three days all I did was have the runs and sleep. That seems to be standard protocol for your first visit to the country.

Well, the charges are getting dropped next Friday because the probate judge confirmed that I had the right to enter my fathers home. There’s more to that story but really not worth wasting my time to write about it, you got it right my dad had a girlfriend and the story for that situation is a doozy alright.

 

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