Misdemeanor#2 – 2012: The Arrest, Drunk Tank and Post Drunk Tank:
- Drove with one hand over one eye and was pulled over a mile from my destination when I was informed that a concerned motorist had reported me. I didn’t bother attempting to lie. I was hammered. I knew I was screwed and didn’t even cry…at first.
- Upon entering the drunk tank once again, I cried to the booking officer that I didn’t belong with the women already in there and that I was scared. These chicks looked like they’d throw down if anyone even looked in their direction. I was officially “locked up” with them as they were recounting their arrest stories. Charges? Domestic violence. Yep, nailed it.
Did I just say domestic violence charges? That I did. Cue another “winner” I dated.
He most definitely was NOT a fixture at the time because I was married, however, I HAD been in contact with him a few months prior. Hubs wasn’t home, it was Halloween and I was drunk. Not only was I a frequent drunk driver but I was also a drunk dialer/texter. When you consider all the brain cells I have killed in my day, I don’t know how, but my memory is a vault and I can remember certain things most people don’t. I still knew his number and that particular night, I had texted him the following:
Hey, do you remember when we went to that Halloween party as white trash?…
…you could have gone as yourself.
Totally unacceptable. Really. Now that I am a mother, I feel sorry for calling him names. If some dude was calling MY daughters names like that, I just might find myself back in jail.
Kidding. I’m not one to use physical violence to send a message. No, I use my words and sometimes my words are mean-spirited and unkind. He’s still someone’s son and I remember her being so nice, quiet and meek. He used to be a little boy and she was his mama…and down deep, he still was…a mama’s boy. Let’s be honest, most guys are.
But Pixie, you are calling him a selfish dick in this blog. Doesn’t that go against everything you just said in the paragraphs above?
That I am, no it doesn’t and I’ll tell you why.
But before I do, I want to make something VERY clear: by no means do I think single mothers aren’t capable of teaching their sons how to be men and/or how to treat women. If daddy isn’t around, and for whatever reason, she remains single and/or there is no positive male role model in his life, then she has no choice and will do the best she can because that’s what us moms do, the best we can.
But his parents WERE married and his dad BARELY worked soooooooooo…he was around. Calling him a selfish dick is not meant to be a reflection of her as a mother. It wasn’t her job to teach her son how to treat girls/ women.
It was his dad’s.
That’s on him.
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P.S. Oh yeah, I mentioned “post drunk tank.” It was a Friday morning, I was supposed to be at work but instead I was on the phone with the bail bonds biz up the road. After getting my car out of impound, my husband went back to work and I went home to drink the rest of the opened bottle from the night before; because…why wouldn’t I?
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