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Originally posted by tinfoilman
reply to post by AgnosticX
You wanna know how much a women really loves you? Don't work for six months. Then you'll know.
[edit on 1-9-2009 by tinfoilman]
That day the system broke up my family.
Also, when my son would leave for months it became hard for me to stay sober. After time the relationship became strained more and more.
With her coming from a fairly well off family that had both parents that worked well paying jobs and me coming from a poorer family, the arguments about money started to become more prevalent as time went on. I got desperate. I started selling marijuana.
But, by the time I had started to make enough money to keep her happy, she had already left and wouldn't answer my calls because she was with someone else. She took my son and wanted me out of her life.
She wanted me to disappear,as if I didn't exist. I still really don't know why to this day, I didn't beat her, she had no objections to what I was doing, maybe her family got in her ear, I just don't know. Well, whatever I stray away from topic.
By that time I was drinking and smoking heavily. I was also making a good amount of money.
And hell, I wasn't selling herion, I didn't sell to children. I found nothing morally wrong with what I was doing. I Still don't find anything morally wrong with it to this day. I wasn't making people steal to get their fix, so who cares?
Months later the raid hit. My grandmothers house got raided. They threatened to take the house, they kicked my nephew who was only a few months old, they hit me with the butt of an ar-15, and threatened to arrest everyone in the family(although noone had an inkling of what I was doing outside of the household).
I was sentenced to two one year sentences in jail or pay 5,000 dollars a peice to get the time knocked off. Well, they took every dollar I had in the raid
and as I said earlier I come from a poor family so I had to do the time. Also, selling any form of narcotic, regardless of what it is, is considered a voilent crime, which makes you ineligible for certain work programs to cut time off. There is really nothing else at all to say about that period of time, jail is a rather mundane place.
Anyway, upon my release I realized that to continue to participate would mean a perpetual cycle of previous events leading me farther away from my goal of seeing my child. So since then no matter how hard things have got and no matter how easy it would be to fall back into the fast money lifestyle I have not. Now, I with a big F on my record work is almost non-existent. But I perservere.
Should I be treated the way I am by society today?
Do I deserve to be thrown away? Locked away with the key thrown in the ocean?
I never hurt anyone with my actions other than my family(not purposefully). I never forced anything on anyone other than my family(Not purposefully). Noone suffered because of my actions other than myself and my family.
And what I fear most is that my son will suffer the most for my youthful ignorance. He needs a father. Not a step father, but a father. He needs to know his biological father loves him.
Or he might end up like me or worse. Even though what I did is considered wrong, I did what I felt I had to do to keep everything together. Keep my family together and well off.
You never know what you'll do for money till you don't have it. It's easy for someone that's never been in a bad situation to point the finger and call names, but I want people to seriously think. There is a story behind every "criminal". And a family.