Yikes yall, I don't even know where to begin. Let me start by saying that the number 1 cause of my felony was my anger and the lack of control I had over my life and my emotions.
A little bit of background story so you can clearly picture and understand the night in question.
The first time I was ever arrested was due to driving with a suspended license at the age of 19.
I was pretty reckless and in a 3-year time span, I was arrested multiple times for driving while under suspension, a DUI, and multiple arrests for assault. Let me explain.
There’s absolutely no excuse for how reckless I was and I think about this phase of my life often.
Truth is, I’ve always struggled with anger. I’m not afraid of people and always stick up for myself but when I was younger I didn’t know how to let things go or know when it was time to be the bigger person.
My first fight was at the age of 14. I went to a neighborhood house party with my best friend and her older sisters. It was definitely a party for older kids so I really had no business being there in the first place. It all happened so fast, I remember being in a basement dancing with my friend and chaos breaking out. All I know is I felt pressured by my friend to jump into the fight because her sister and her friends were in the fight and they were outnumbered. I had NO CLUE what I was doing but was afraid of what would happen if I didn’t partake.
I was shocked at how good I was doing but I also remembered feeling like “why am I doing this, this girl did nothing to me.” All my luck quickly ran out and ya’ll no lie, I felt like I was in a movie. I swear It was like a giant stomped over to me, the room got dark and I felt wind against my neck as if I needed to turn around and soon as I did….boom!
It felt like I was punched by a man. I didn’t fall, but I remember it took a lot out of me to stay standing. I couldn’t see so at that point I kind of blanked out and was swinging at anyone who got near me.
As the fight ends, my friends were so proud of me for stepping up but I still wasn’t over that 1 punch. When I saw who it was who hit me, the only thing I could of was to call my older cousin. This girl had to be 17, 18 years old. She was HUGE. Much taller and much more solid than I was so the last thing I wanted to do was to fight her or have any beef.
I went home and I remember my mom being so mad that I came home with a black eye. Let’s just say, that was the first and last time I ever got beat up on. From that point on, I was going to make sure that if I got in a fight, I was the one to win. I know this sounds so bad but as a teenager, I looked at fighting as a way to say, “don’t mess with me”.
Throughout high school, I had a handful of fights and I won each and every fight. Every Time I got into a fight, it was something I couldn’t get out of. I was always hit first or put in situations where I had to defend myself or someone else.
By the time I started college, I matured and realized that fighting was not cute nor the answer to solve anything but I was also a little cocky in the confidence I had to know that if and when I had to defend myself, I could.
So I had a couple of other situations where I felt like my back was against the wall and it ended in fighting.
One time a girl who I fought, later on, broke into my car, pressed charges against me, bullied me online, harassed me by calling my phone to the point where I had to change my number. Randomly 1 day while being pulled over for speeding, I was arrested for a warrant I didn’t even know I had. The girl had filed an assault claim and I was arrested and held in jail for 5 days over something that had happened months ago.
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