OK OK... Working up to Jail, It may take a bit.

Ok real quick before we get started. I want to say, "THANKS to all that follow." I find it amazing that there are so many that do actually read...Especially since I have only 6 ppl registered, and one is myself, another is my husband. Eh that's ok, probably similar to not wanting anyone to know what is "actually" on you IPOD. But really...thank you all!

When I speak to someone that has been following...and honestly, some ppl that I would have never imagined would follow...I like to ask 3 questions. #1 Why do ya like the blog? Response: "because it is real" #2 If you didn't know me would it be interesting? Some do know me, some don't. Response: "YES." # 3 How might I improve? Response. "More, More, more...daily at least." I both flattered, and a bit confused, but again thanks. Even if ya don't want to claim you read it, please feel free to share with anyone.

OK well, so after the DUI thing in NYC, I had met my hubby. I am going to have to circle around a bit to the events that eventually led up to us moving back to WI. I will do that later.

Anyhow I knew I had to  move next to the kids' dad(WI) for the benefit for the kids. The hard part was that I had a GREAT man out east(hubby). He was so awesome, we sold the house in Jersey, and started house hunting in WI. The whole thing was if we were gonna bother to do this,is that we would move as close to the kids' dad as possible.

We found a home in the next neighborhood over. The plan was I would drive out early, to deal with house stuff, and hubby would still commute from Manhattan. I gave up my sales job at ADT Security, where I was a top sales person, for a few years. Gave up?, not really. The truth was, although I always brought in the numbers..which is what ya need to do in sales, I was already a drunk. Even though, my boss..who had no problem taking the bonus for my sales, was in fact, the same person who did not give me a transfer. He was the same person, who really did not know my husband but, told him to RUN! Again, I found that out months later.

Anyway, the plan when I got to WI, and would be staying in a hotel until the house closing, was to also look for a job.

So I loaded up my car, and my cat. The cat was actually a kitten that one of the cat's at the kids' dad's house had. I said I would take it. It ended up to be the most expensive kittens ever. I paid for the shots, the airfare, to NYC, and the general stress of getting it from point A to B. Anyhow, hubby (not hubby at the time, but ya get it) also had a cat. He was so worried that they would not get along with each other when we initially moved in together. They, really didn't get along...but it was fine. Hubby became very attached to "Bear" (the cat).

I had to tell ya all of that so I could tell ya this. So on the two day drive from NJ to WI, It was horrible weather..it was January. Ice, snow, freezing rain. Both days. I stopped in Ohio to stay the night. Hubby was going to be flying in the night I would arrive. He picked up the kids at their dad house, and was going to meet me at the hotel. I had called when I was about 40 mins away. I thought, I was "safe" to get a bottle of vodka. NOT! While it was still freezing rain, the cat got very ancy. I thought maybe he had to use the litter box, which was in the back hatchback of the car. I had the bottle of vodka, and had taken a few swigs..knowing I would be at the hotel soon.

I pulled the car over, put the cat in the litter box, when I went to open the hatch to let him back in the car...SHIT..He ran!!! Now, I am, in the dark, on the highway, nothing bur farmers frozen fields, and freezing rain, oh and a black cat. I wandered, and called, for hours. I gave up, and at that moment, thought it was a GREAT idea just to drink. I know, so a bad choice, I am a drunk, I don't always make the best choices.

I parked my car on the side of the highway, and drank, and cried myself to sleep. I was woken up by the police. I was taken to jail. Wanted to call hubby, but my phone was dead, AND of course I did not have his number memorized..duh speed dial.  What a fucking nightmare, he had already picked up the kids, and they were at the hotel. We finally found each other, he lied to the kids' dad, dropped them off, and came to pick me up at jail.

That was the first time I admitted that I had a problem. I was so very afraid. I wasn't sure if hubby would stay, or walk away. I had a knot in my gut for days. The day I got pulled over was a Friday...Friday the 13th, of 2006 to be exact. I reported the next day for treatment.

I did not have a great lawyer, so the courts, saw that as a 2nd offense. I was sentenced to 80 days in jail. There is a side story to tell...which I will do tomorrow...I just want to get thought the basics today. I think that is rough enough. 

At the time I was not working. I was awarded Huber, but with no job. Ya get to ROT in County jail...It was the worst. I did know about something called "work crew." Basically, a program, that when you are in jail you could work for um..Goodwill, soup kitchens, and things like that. If awarded, work crew...for every 3 days worked, ya get one of  of your sentence.

There is soo much more just to this story, and I just need to chill before I go into all the details...I think this is a good place to stop for today. What happened to the cat?, you ask? I will let ya know tomorrow.