Several days after my husband’s first call concerning his charges being exposed, I was dealing with a full-blown manifestation of my third born having hands foot, and mouth disease. None of my other children had ever come down with the illness. I suppose in my ignorance I assumed that it was another one of those illnesses that only “white people get”. Even if it were true, the father of my children definitely fits the description of Caucasian and fits all the other stereotypes of being a child pornography viewer why we’re at it. While doing the research in retrospect, I couldn’t help but notice all of the obese white males committing this crime.
86% of these men were white males. Only 30% of them were married. Way to stay in the minority there, husband. A large percentage of them were in their 30’s with jobs that paid 60,000. Just like mine. I suppose I won the lottery on that one. Some would say that’s what I get for choosing to marry a white man. To them, I would say that they are right. I did choose, and if given the choice to do it again, I would. We love who we love and I chose him. Now back to my poor toddler, he had a rash all over his mouth, his hands, and his feet, he could barely walk. He had a fever. It was a bad few days for him. Luckily, my other 3 didn’t get it. I must admit I was fairly surprised considering the fact that I did a horrible job of keeping them from playing together. I mean, hands foot and mouth disease is highly contagious.
I got a phone call from the attorney that afternoon. “You need to bail your husband out today. His safety is at risk. I have already talked to the bail bondsman. Can you get on the road now?”
Before I knew it I was dropping my sons off at my sister’s house. I called my aunt to see if she could watch them when my sister went to work while I was on the highway headed to Daytona Beach. I phoned a friend. I really wasn’t sure of what I was feeling and how I was handling anything at that moment. I was still really in shock about the entire situation, now I was getting ready to bail the man who betrayed me, our family, and God out of jail. I guess when it all came down to it, I really loved him and even though he was really screwed up, and he really shipwrecked my life, I wanted the father of my children to be safe.
As I entered Daytona I called my counselor to inform him of the situation. He explained to me he wasn’t surprised with the vigilante-style justice system we see today. I found it interesting that the bondsman said similar. “Why the hell did they slide his papers under cell?” He exclaimed. I didn’t have an answer for him. “Child pornography? How the heck did your husband get caught up in that? I bet your dad is really happy about this situation…” He also informed me that my husband’s judge was one of the most lenient family-oriented judges he could have. Funny, I was starting to get used to people’s reactions about the current status of my family and marital life.
After I finished filling out the initial paperwork, the bondsman showed me escorted me to the county jail. He told me it would only take a moment to submit the paperwork, but the process itself could take as long as 4 hours. He wished me luck. From there it was an issue of waiting.