The Arrest

Part I

Ten years ago on Good Friday my ex-husband was arrested.

I never wanted to talk about it because of the shame and embarrassment it caused my children and I, plus I never felt it was my story to tell. But it affected me too, and it altered my path in life.

My ex-husband and I had spoken on my lunch hour and had made plans to go to a Good Friday service at church later that night. I had no idea that his lunch plans had been to meet up with someone (who we now know was an undercover cop) to sell painkillers.

I’ll never forget the detective calling me at work and telling me my husband at the time had been arrested for selling painkillers. I literally could not understand what he was saying. It seemed like he was speaking a foreign language. I also felt like someone had punched me in the gut. I had such a severe pain in my stomach it almost took me to my knees. My coworker had to get on the phone and take down the information the detective was giving her.

I don’t know how I made the drive home, it was a blur. I was frantically calling my dad and his parents to see if someone could find out any information on where he was, and what the details were.

I got home and I recall my oldest son running out to meet me while I was still in the car. He was frantic, “Mom, did you know dad has been arrested?”

The inside of my house looked like it has been ransacked. My clothes were dumped out of the drawers onto the floor. The ladder in the garage was open and boxes had been emptied in the garage. It took me hours to get the house back to normal.

I was in shock and numb as I went about cleaning the house. Little did I know I know just how much my life was going to change.

Proverbs 3:5 Trust in the LORD with all your heart, and lean not on your own understanding.

End of Part I

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