If I had a dollar for every misfortune that has befallen me, I could probably save the country from this recession. If I had a dollar for every blessing bestowed upon me, then I would have exactly two dollars.
My name is Leighesse Trey Roberts and I just served fourteen months in jail. Oddly enough, that was my second blessing. My first came in meeting my husband Trey. Yes, I took his entire name when we got married. See, he's the best thing to ever happen to me in my twenty two years of life and I wanted every part of him. He gave me everything that I never had: love, compassion, support, stability and security. He's the best man I've ever known.
How is it that incarceration could be counted as a blessing for me? Well, I was sentenced to five years after our home was raided for drugs; however, the justice system works for only one goal: profit. Seeing as Trey is "the man round town" it wasn't too hard to get our sentences reduced. The time I spent in jail taught me to rely on myself. Trey wasn't around to fix my every little problem. And, I learned a skill. I learned how to talk. Now there are people who can create sound from their vocal cords and then there are those people who can talk. I used to be one of those people who just made noise but now, now there's nothing I can't talk about and there is no situation I can't talk myself out of. One day during rec time, this ratchet woman decided she was gonna give me a hard time. I tried to stay quiet while I was doing my time but this beastly female wouldn't allow it. So she gets to pushing her weight around on me and by chance I was able to pull past her with a quick left turn and push her off of me. As she fell to the ground, her head caught the corner of the table where the girls play spades, and it gave her the nastiest gash I've ever seen. There was blood everywhere and she cussed me with combinations of profanities I'd never heard before and haven't heard since; even so she was too weak from that blow to the head to pursue me. I didn't mean to hurt that girl, but try telling that to the guards They say there's no such thing as self defense in there. So of course the Calvary came in ready to hang me. I think just for the fun of it they decided to ask me what happened and those words must have come from The Almighty Himself because once I spun my version of the story, they just picked up that wildebeest put her in ISO and I never laid eyes on her again.
Trey picked me up from the jail this morning. It was so good to see his face; I felt like I had just met him for the first time all over again. "You want to talk about it bay?" Trey looked as if he was terrified to know what may have happened to me while we were away from each other. He should've known that no one was going to risk touching Trey Robert's wife, with the exception of that goonette. "Naw hun, I'm good." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok then. I have a surprise for you too." "What kind of surprise Trey?" He laughed. "The surprising kind"
My name is Leighesse Trey Roberts and I just served fourteen months in jail. Oddly enough, that was my second blessing. My first came in meeting my husband Trey. Yes, I took his entire name when we got married. See, he's the best thing to ever happen to me in my twenty two years of life and I wanted every part of him. He gave me everything that I never had: love, compassion, support, stability and security. He's the best man I've ever known.
How is it that incarceration could be counted as a blessing for me? Well, I was sentenced to five years after our home was raided for drugs; however, the justice system works for only one goal: profit. Seeing as Trey is "the man round town" it wasn't too hard to get our sentences reduced. The time I spent in jail taught me to rely on myself. Trey wasn't around to fix my every little problem. And, I learned a skill. I learned how to talk. Now there are people who can create sound from their vocal cords and then there are those people who can talk. I used to be one of those people who just made noise but now, now there's nothing I can't talk about and there is no situation I can't talk myself out of. One day during rec time, this ratchet woman decided she was gonna give me a hard time. I tried to stay quiet while I was doing my time but this beastly female wouldn't allow it. So she gets to pushing her weight around on me and by chance I was able to pull past her with a quick left turn and push her off of me. As she fell to the ground, her head caught the corner of the table where the girls play spades, and it gave her the nastiest gash I've ever seen. There was blood everywhere and she cussed me with combinations of profanities I'd never heard before and haven't heard since; even so she was too weak from that blow to the head to pursue me. I didn't mean to hurt that girl, but try telling that to the guards They say there's no such thing as self defense in there. So of course the Calvary came in ready to hang me. I think just for the fun of it they decided to ask me what happened and those words must have come from The Almighty Himself because once I spun my version of the story, they just picked up that wildebeest put her in ISO and I never laid eyes on her again.
Trey picked me up from the jail this morning. It was so good to see his face; I felt like I had just met him for the first time all over again. "You want to talk about it bay?" Trey looked as if he was terrified to know what may have happened to me while we were away from each other. He should've known that no one was going to risk touching Trey Robert's wife, with the exception of that goonette. "Naw hun, I'm good." He breathed a sigh of relief. "Ok then. I have a surprise for you too." "What kind of surprise Trey?" He laughed. "The surprising kind"