Thanks for all the well wishes and good vibes my friends. I decided not to enter a plea today because I thought the plea deal stunk and my public defender had done nothing for me at all, other than showing up at court on the days I've had to go. After reading the paperwork for the plea deal while sitting in the courtroom, and watching numerous cases before mine entering their pleas and hearing the recommendations of the state in their cases, not one of them was facing time on charges that were more serious than mine, including repeat offenders. They were all getting diversion programs or probation and not facing jail time, but the best my defender could do was a plea deal to do a year in jail.
When she came back and called me out in the hallway to see if I understood the papers on the plea deal and to get me to sign them, I told her I couldn't help but feel that if I'd been able to hire a criminal defense attorney I wouldn't be looking at jail time on a first offense. I told her how she never once had returned any of my phone calls, and how the only times we had talked was at the courthouse on days I've had to be there, and that I felt she was merely going through the motions on my case. She more or less agreed with me, and said she had felt really bad about this one. She asked if I wanted a postponement, and I asked her what that would do. She said it would give her a chance to work on getting a better plea deal. I asked her if she thought it was a good idea, she said yes. You'd think she would have done this on her own, if she was any kind of lawyer at all. I left the courthouse with a postponement today, she's supposed to call me with a new court date.
Since April 5th, Easter morning, my life has been totally turned upside down. My mentally ill, soon to be ex-wife is the one that turned me in for cultivation. She even bought me the damn grow tent I was using for Christmas this past year! Due to the drug charge, I lost a $75,000 brand new, completely free house that we'd been blessed with through a grant program in our little city. There was a 5yr stipulation that if you got a drug charge you would be kicked out basically. The house was on a 5yr forgiveable loan, never even would have to make a single payment, only had to keep the property up to shape and pay the taxes and insurance. August marked 2 yrs that we had been there. She is still in the house, and will be able to keep it.
She has since regretted what she did out of anger to me, due to the fact I was in a manic episode at the time, and realizes she fucked up. She's incapable of even keeping the property in shape, the yard has grass a couple feet tall in the side extra lot. She can barely afford food, and has been borrowing money from people to keep her bills caught up. Divorce proceedings are almost finalized, will be a single man before the end of the year.
Most of my belongings are in storage where she put them, I no longer have a vehicle, and I'm living in an apartment above my brothers house. She even tried to take my dog away from me in the divorce, but I got him back....bitch!! I went from being secure in my surroundings to basically having nothing but a few belongings in this ordeal. I'll be a senior citizen in a few months, mid 50's, and don't know if I have another comeback, so to speak, in me. Whatever happens, I know I'll get through it, but at this time it's hard not to feel bitter about the way it went down and the reprocussions of it. I'm also on random drug testing as a condition of my bond. Fun times.
On the day of the bust, before it occurred, I suddenly realized what she was up to. She had left in the truck, and taken my german shepherd with her. She had never done that before, and it dawned on me that she was going to the police to turn me in. I immediately took some defensive actions that will make a helluva post in Storming the Gates! More will be revealed...