not sharing

There are some things in life that you simply do not share with others ... stories, experiences, and the like.

My story, what I did - I do not share with others. A great deal of people already know about it, but I never bring it up. I often watch my words - being sure not to talk about children, adoption, or criminals. It's just not something that everyone needs to know about - it's personal and private and nothing about it needs to be discussed.

I was arrested in the early evening. I was taken from my home and brought to the holding cell in the local police station. I went to court in the morning and got released after that. I was out by late afternoon.

I remember jumping in the shower and spent a great deal of time lying on my bed. I ignored phone calls and most of everything else. My parents both joined at the house, made me something to eat and stayed around a bit.

I got a phone call shortly after. It was an older friend of mine, someone I would call a 'second mother'. She was out of state on vacation and someone from work called her and told her what happened. She kept on asking me why I didn't tell her that I was in that much trouble - that I would be arrested. I didn't have an answer for her. I just didn't want her to know. It was not something I could come out and say - not something I wanted her to judge me on. She said that she wouldn't have - that she should have known.

I never felt that way - she didn't have to know. Of course she found out, but I wouldn't have told her if it wasn't public information. People will judge you - will judge everyone. It's not right or wrong - it just is.

In the end, she stood by me. She attended my court appointments with me and has seen me cry more times than I could count. At the end of all this, it was okay that she knew - but it was definitely hard going through it. Your trust for anyone goes out the window - it was how I felt about her - about this.

I'm thankful she was who she was - that she did what she did. A time I remember the most, is at a very important part of court - she sat next to me and held my hand. I turned around in my seat and looked in the face of the last person I scammed. I turned back around with tears pouring down my face and she just squeezed my hand harder.