Day 02- Jail and Homeless Life (Introduction Part 2)

In my last post I gave a brief introduction to my life. I only skimmed through parts of it in order to get a feel for writing blogs again. However, Now i want to talk about the several times I actually had wound homeless and what my life was like as a homeless person. I also will talk about the time I wound up in jail and what it was like in there. I will begin with my tale of how I wound up in jail. There was one time before this major event that I wound up getting arrested, but I won't go into detail about that time since the charge was dropped and I was never convicted.
It started with a relationship with a guy named Joshua Blanchard in August of 2001. From the start, things were not going right between us. He was very controlling to the point where he would take the money I made from the work I was doing at the time and spend it the way he wanted to and never letting me see a single dime. I told him from the beginning that I wanted to be the woman in our relationship, but he forced me to be the man while he acted the woman. He would always start fights with me until I got enough and would attack back, and then he would run to his father and get him to jump me. I guess the reason I let it go on for so long was because I felt that I needed him and that no one else would ever love me or want to be with me. It went on until May 25, 2002. I had told him a few days before that if he ever yelled at me again, I would leave him. On that day, he did start yelling at me for some reason, and I was making good on my promise. He continued to belittle me, but when he went as far as calling me a bum, I dropped what I was carrying and chased after him. Along the way, I managed to grab a hold of this ornamental sword that he had in his house. His dad stepped in front of me, and I told him to back off and that my fight was not with him. When he stepped out of the way, I continued after my ex boyfriend swearing that if I caught him I would kill him. He wound up running into the nearby bridge tender's shack, and I ran up the stairs to the porch and began to break the windows with the sword after screaming at him to come outside and his refusing to do that. The cops showed up and begged me to drop the sword. I at first refused and screamed for the cops to just shoot me dead. One of them approached me slowly, and as I was about to put the sword down, he shot me in my left knee. I stood for a little while before dropping to my knees. Then, I was arrested and brought to the hospital for them to remove the bullet after which I was brought to the parish jail.
I spent 3 months in jail before going to court and being convicted of four counts aggravated assault. I was given 6 months with 3 months credit for time served on each count, so was only supposed to spend a year. Thanks to a very cruel Lt., I wound up serving almost two years instead because he decided to not give me the credit for time served on each count like was supposed to. I confronted him once about it, and after showing him my court minutes proving that i was supposed to have only one year, he stated plainly that he was not about to let someone who attacked a cop (which I never did to begin with, but it was said that I did to give the cop who shot me a reason as to why he did shoot me) out that soon. Jail time was very hard for me. I got into a lot of fights with people who felt I had to prove myself to them by fighting or get raped for being a weakling. I spent most of my time in the law library searching for things to write complaints about and for anything that could help me build a case against the unlawful Lt. that kept my in jail longer than I was supposed to be due to his grudge against me that was based on false information. Before I started going to the law library, however, I had begun to act out yet again with attempting suicide several times and being placed on suicide watch for doing such things. I finally was released on January 29, 2004. I thought my troubles were over, and felt like I could get on with my life. I moved back in with my birth parents (whom I forgot to mention in my last post I had found again at age 19), and for a while, things were good.
I was working at La Casa Del Sol with two friends of the family as a dishwasher and was very happy. I had even moved in with a co-worker who had became my friend for a while until troubles between us started over a woman he was dating that dumped him for me. I started drinking heavily with her, and soon it was impacting my work, so I had to quit soon after. I then moved back in with my birth family once more before being evicted from my friend's house. Some trouble then started between my birth mother and I, and the cops had to get me out of the house. Having no where to go, I wound up at a boarding house that had one room that was a shelter for the homeless. This was the first time I went homeless. I only stayed homeless for four months before my birth mother made amends with me and took me back in. This was in 2004.
The second time I wound up homeless was after my daughter's mother broke up with me, and I took off to Massachusetts trusting a friend who is now my ex friend. I had been working at Rouse's Supermarket and had just lost my job because I refused to continue being the fall boy for everyone else who refused to finish their work before clocking out at their scheduled time. I had been having some trouble with her and was talking to this girl I once knew telling her all about the troubles. We found out a few weeks before that the state was buying the trailer we were staying at with two friends from my work and so I was once again forced to begin looking for another place to live. It was going to be her, my two children, and me, until one day she was reading over my shoulder while I was talking to this girl. The girl had started joking about a funeral for my daughter's mother, and I was trying to get her to behave. Finally, the girl said we would just throw her in the tar pit, and I laughed it off knowing full well my daughter's mother would throw both of us in the tar pit before we could even get her up high enough to throw her. Of course, my daughter's mother did not think it so funny, and we began to argue after which she left and took our daughter with her. There I was, no job, no home, no girlfriend. The girl I was talking to offered to take me in with promises that I would never have to worry about not having a roof over my head. I should have known from the last time (which I will talk about in a future post) that she could not be trusted, but I fell for it. I asked my son's mother to take our son before I went to Massachusetts, but she refused, so I did the next best thing in asking my daughter's mother to take him in. She did, and I left the state to go to this girl. One month after being in Massachusetts, the girl wanted to move to Michigan because her ex boyfriend had bought a house and was going to rent it to us, so I used all the money I had to get us there. A week later, the girl kicked me out with all kinds of false accusations as to why she had to do so. I was once again homeless. I spent another five months in a homeless shelter called Lansing City Rescue Mission. I joined a group called Michigan People's Action and began to fight against homelessness and unfair doings to people. I even had gone to Chicago, Illinois to participate in a rally against big banks that used bail out money to give themselves raises and vacations instead of using it to help people. Before that though, I had gotten in a fight with a boy who was talking bad about me and my family behind my back. I sent him to the hospital and once again had to spend 3 days in jail. I wound up pleading guilty to simple assault and battery, had to pay restitution of 1,005, and was allowed to come back to Louisiana in December. This was in 2009.
After returning home, I spent two and a half months in the boarding house, but this time I had my own room and did not have to stay in the shelter room. I then came to live with my uncle, his son, and my birth father where I now live. That's it for today. Tune in tomorrow for the third installment of my introductory posts where I will be filling readers in on a few missing details about my life with George.