Arrested Again

Arrested Again

Every time he is arrested, it brings up the strangest emotions. I am thankful he is now locked up and can not search for me. I hope he goes away forever so that I can live my life without having to hide. The excitement for not having to constantly worry about information leaking is gone. 

Then, I always seem to mourn the person that is long gone. The one who wanted to get his life together and have a normal life. The one who was in school to be a paralegal and fight the corrupt system from the inside. The one who wanted to be the dad he could never be before. I don’t know how one mugshot can take me to so many places, but it does. 

I have to remind myself that that person who he could’ve been never was. It was all to catch me in his web of lies and hopefully never let me escape. But I did.