Lies of a Real Housewife_Tell the Truth and Shame the Devil by Angela Stanton

Author:Angela Stanton [Stanton, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Entertainment & Performing Arts, Biography & Autobiography
ISBN: 9781935883630
Publisher: Augustus Publishing
Published: 2013-01-08T05:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Finding My Way

“Stand at the crossroads and look; ask for the ancient paths, ask where the good way is, walk in it, and you will find rest for your souls.” Jeremiah 6:16 (NIV)

Thinking of going back to the cold, hard, dark, loud dungeon

brought me back to the real world. The vacation was over and I really wasn’t in any hurry to return to Clayton County Jail. I would soon miss the comforts of warm covers, and the plush mattress of my stay at the hospital. And I definitely could not forget the luxury of the warm, tasty meals that most certainly didn’t get me nauseated. I mean their food actually looked like food

should be looking. No mystery meat!

Reality check finally bit me in the ass as soon as I returned to my

housing unit. My room was taken because the jail was overcrowded. I was issued a thin mattress, one sheet, and a thin blanket to make do with on the concrete floor.

I had just given birth and we were only allowed three pads a day. The pads were soaked and heavy from the blood caused by afterbirth. I was wearing three pads at a time. Since I had to get up and down off of the concrete floor repeatedly, the strain caused me to hemorrhage. I begged for

more pads, but was denied any.

Blood was everywhere. In order to avoid bleeding on everything, I

took one of my white T-shirts, and turned it into a pad. I had no other choice.

Otherwise it would have looked like a crime scene. That was my only option.

I hand-washed the bloody white T-shirt inside the toilet. The water

had enough chlorine in it to make my blood-soaked T-shirt white again. Stop turning up your nose. I just want you to know that at the time, there wasn’t any other choice. It wasn’t like I could send them out to the laundry. I did

what I felt had to be done about my situation.

My breasts were sensitive and swollen with milk, but I had no baby

with me to enjoy nature’s nourishment. A mere breeze across my susceptible chest would cause extreme pain. The jail doctor had prescribed ice to help with the pain. One day, a guard walked by my cell, and caught me eating the ice. So she called down to the infirmary and cancelled my ice order. What a miserable bi**h! It was just another moment meant to destroy me, but I still couldn’t understand how people could be so hateful. I was in my cell, not out in the open. Here was something she clearly could’ve overlooked. She didn’t have the heart. I mean for heaven’s sake I had just given birth!

My baby’s crying tormented me every night. I kept hearing her tiny

voice and that was pure torture in my head. I would caress my empty womb

while milk oozed from my breast. It felt like I had just given birth to a stillborn child. I cried. Screaming, I hollered for my baby. I was locked up inside of a double prison.

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