“What’s the matter? Why are you crying?” Joe asked as he drove us home from the attorney’s office.
Tears streamed down my face and I choked on my words, “I don’t want to go to prison. You said they would never sentence me there.” My clenched hands balled into fists.
“That’s what I thought. Never could I have imagined they would do this to you,” Joe said as he passed a semi. “You heard what the attorney said, ‘For them to find you guilty in forty minutes, the jury would have to be cold and heartless.’ We were all shocked.”
I buried my face in my hands and through muffled words spoke in despair, “Well, we might as well get divorced now.”
“Divorce! What do you mean?” he said, grabbing my hand away from my face.
“We haven’t been getting along and now all we do is fight,” I mumbled, “Three years is a long time to be away from each other, so I just thought now was a good time…”
“Whoa,” he interrupted, and slowed the car, “Whoever said anything about a divorce?” Joe turned into the right lane,
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It was an early birthday party for me, by about two months. Amy, Ruth, Denise, Joe and Diane and even my trainer, Robyne came, along with Jurg who snapped pictures. Joe’s work buddies even came and showed their support. We toasted beers to the future. Amy gave me a coupon for a Girls Trip to Sonoma, something to look forward to when I returned. My friends got together and made sure they had my address and coordinated visits for my incarceration.
Olga and I spent the night before I left riding in her convertible, wind blowing freely through my hair. We parked in my driveway and gazed at the stars, a moment frozen in time. She snuck little travel size bottles of Patron and Kahlua in my purse for my last night home. I had support from friends, family and my husband, a lot more going for me than many women that were locked
“Oh, Marlene, honey, I still cry myself to sleep wanting you to come home, we miss you so much,” he lied.
“Well we set off in different directions. He decided to stay in New York and I decided to start for the West to make my fortune in life. We thought that each of us would have made our destiny by then. We talked for a little bit, but then we lost track of each other.”
I know they can’t but you can make the best out of this. We could.” he closed his eyes for a moment before continuing. “I just don’t want to lose you. I‘ve been perpetually losing you since we met, I know this is hard for you but you have to choose between the possibility of rebuilding a life or going away forever...please.”
Your honor, ladies and gentleman of the jury, me and my co-counsel, Diego Espinosa and Andrew Cope would like to thank you for the generous time you have taken today. Now, this case is a very simple case about how one person is denied humanity and a chance at a different life for the so-called “crimes” that they have committed. Crimes put beyond the thought of normality. They are crimes that enslave innocent people. I would like to ask you one question… What is truth? Truth is facts, truth is evidence, and truth is as important as the quill pen of Thomas Jefferson’s hand for our America.
“Wait,” I turned around and he lowered his voice. “Be careful. I love you.” That was the last time I ever talked to him.
“Why? We’ve been together for almost a year, and now you want to get a divorce? Man I swear, Terry. You have changed. It feels like yesterday, I was just walking down the aisle, and for the past month and a half, you have treated me like trash.” She said, a lot more calm, than I expected.
"Dad wants me to stay here and live with him. Is that okay?" my son asked. "He's promised me all kinds of "neat stuff" and I can get to know my step family better.
“I’m sorry, my love,” I said as my eyes began to water. She grabbed her chest in pain and stared at me. Her eyes teared up and a single tear ran down her cheek as she took her final breath. I did what I had done so many times before, but I never felt any remorse for my actions until then.
As I walk in through the doors to start the interrogation I take a big deep breath and walk in. I slam a pile of files on the desk and say “Mr. Winston Moseley I've been a homicide detective for 25 years and truth be told I have never seen a case like this.” When I said that he didn't say anything all he was doing was looking down at his handcuffs. So I sat down on the chair in front of him across
“I am so sorry,” a stream of red carried my apology to him. “I didn’t know that you would….” I trembled. “That we would…” Our memories shattered against the stretch of diminishing breath. “You need to go. You’re running out of time.”
Personal Narrative: Divorce Mum had briefly informed me that we were going to a place that would
LLauren, unlike me, absolutely despises rain. I think its because the day my Dad made the divorce between my real mother clear, it was raining really hard. I remember that day. I think that was when I figured out the rain didn’t have to be something bad. I cried, and nobody noticed. They still thought I was strong, while I was cryi-“Hurry up!” Cherise whines outside the car. I groan, and survey the area enough to know that we’re at school. The moped expressions plastered on the students faces give it away. According to my stepsister, Cherise, she is the most popular, prettiest, and best girl at school. I snort as she guides me through her self -obsessed tour of herself. She’s even worse then Brittany Miller, one of my sister’s old bullying
“But telling your story will make people reconsider the trial. Maybe this could change the country’s legal system and stop injustice from happening!”
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