I Am A Grandma

“I never thought I would see the inside of a jail. I was in a bad relationship with a man that was controlling and abusive. One day, he drank so much that he stopped on the side of the road and fell asleep on the wheel. The cops found him and he was picked up for impaired driving. He wanted to get away from being charged and asked me to get a receipt from a mechanic stating that the truck had been worked on recently, so that he could prove that the truck was inoperable. My name was written on the receipt when I picked it up and my ex gave it to his lawyer. Eventually the receipt was used in court proceedings and I was charged for aiding and abetting to perjury. I got sick from the stress. I was rushed to emergency one day because I had a tear in a main artery and my doctor thought I was having a stroke. I started getting epilepsy attacks after that and I lost my job due to illness. I was okay with that because I didn’t want to tell my employer that I had to go serve a sentence. I had to do my sentence intermittently when my ex was not working, so that he could look after my underage son while I was in jail. I did six days in, 15 days out and it took me almost a year to complete my sentence. The hardest part of all was that my grandson was born the day I went into custody. I wasn’t there when my daughter gave birth. That is something I can never get back. I have since left the relationship and would like to obtain full-time employment, but it has been difficult. I want to be able to support my family and spend time with my kids and grandson.”