I got the full experience. Picked up, handcuffed, sat in the back of the police car on the way to jail, searched, given a uniform with "Inmate" proudly emblazoned on the pant leg, fingerprinted, and mug shot taken (I resisted any urge to smile.) My bail was ridiculously high because the charge is a felony. The only good thing, if you can call it that, is due to poor health, I wasn't crammed in with general population. I got the Taj Mahal of cells in the infirmary: private room with toilet and shower. Some of the unfortunate people in the shared cells had to sleep on the concrete floor.
I will never forget the entire humiliating experience. I'm still in shock it happened at all. My poor children! The older three have figured out their dad has a hand in it, and they are disgusted with him. He was a terrific father, but he is blowing it with them. His campaign against me is starting to backfire. This makes me sad, really. I was always so happy the kids had a great relationship with H.
