Could You Date a Jailbird? (Love on Lockdown)
WORDS BY BLAKSICILIAN
We didn’t break up because of cheating. Our relationship was perfect until that fateful Sunday morning phone call.
“I’m locked up,” he quipped, remorsefully.
I didn’t know whether to cry or scream.
What happened? Are you alright? What happened? Well, whose stuff was it? It wasn’t yours right? What do you need me to do?
I asked as much as I could before the paranoia of correctional “phone tapping” took over and his time was up.
I was his woman and he was my man, so I immediately canceled all plans for the day and accompanied his family for a long day of waiting anxiously for arraignment and hopefully, posting bail. After being up since 7am and painfully listening to an array of cases—ranging from child prostitution to domestic disputes—his arraignment ended at almost 1am.
This was all unfamiliar territory for me and was a painful experience to say the least. On the ride home, now about 2am, I was relieved that the worst was over—or at least I thought.
A myriad of thoughts went through my mind during that day and a half. A weapon. Found in his bedroom closet of his shared apartment. Was it his or his roommate’s? No one was accepting the blame. What was he hiding from me? Was this what went on when I wasn’t around? He was a working guy, I thought. He wouldn’t get himself caught up in stuff like this. I had known my share of thugs, and he wasn’t one.
I work for a law firm; I can’t be mixed up in this. He’s not in the streets; he worked for the city and you can’t have a city job with a previous criminal record. I didn’t know what to think but I remained positive.
We’ll be fine and so will our relationship. Things will return to normal in no time.
Two days after being bailing him out we spoke by phone for the first time. I was accused of being distant (the truth). I was scolded for “not calling the past few days” and called “selfish” for texting instead. I explained the reason for my distance was to allow him space to deal with his legal troubles and that I also needed some space for myself, just for the weekend since these last few days had been stressful.
“What??,” he blew up at me, incredulously.
“Just a few days. I just need to think, that’s all…” I trailed off.
He must have felt me about to leave him, because he beat me to it.
“I’ll pay you back the bail money, bitch,” he fumed. “Fuck you.”
All I heard after that was a dial tone. Anger swelled inside of me. I wanted out, that was a fact, but not necessarily out of the relationship. I wanted out of these past few days. Now I wanted out of this nightmare of the man I thought I wanted to marry now facing gun possession charges in a city where the penalty is a lengthy bid. I wanted out of this brand-new “ride or die” chick fantasy I was unwillingly placed in by a man who told me he loved my classiness, intelligence and wit.
Why was I being berated by him? Because a family member, instead of me, signed for the bail money? I was his girlfriend, not his wife so how was that my responsibility? Why was my being repaid my contribution to the bail money made an issue? Had I not been able to afford to, I wouldn’t have offered it.
How was it that he was now living in a brand-new apartment in Battery Park, fresh out on bail, when he claimed bad credit and being a young man of color thwarted his plans to secure an apartment?
There were too many holes in this story.
I immediately reverted back to my brothers, father and uncles. All had been “heavy in the game” and lived “the life” in all its glamour and its ugliness. Coldest Winter Ever-style. Except, I never saw my mother carry that load of being “down for her man.”
Instead, “down” meant taking care of the household, raising four children and looking good while doing both. A “ride or die chick” was a foreign concept in my parents’ union, regardless of whatever illegal lifestyle my pops chose to live. Back then, men kept their outside activities (legal or illegal) separate from their family and wives.
Home was sacred.
No matter how close the street hit home in my household, the men in my life always shielded me (and the other women in my family) from it. Why was the man I considered my soul mate pushing me selfishly towards it, without my permission?
After the name-calling, I never spoke to him again and have been single since that phone call. (I made it official after he tried to apologize). I question many things, but I’m happy. I still wonder how sugar went to shit in a blink of an eye, but rationalize it all up to being part of “God’s plan” when I run out of ways to explain why it happened.
I learned that this happens more often than not and is occurring more and more in young adult relationships. It starts with an arrest (DUI, disorderly conduct, fighting in a club, etc.) that then turns into a lifestyle and the person you thought you fell in love with now thinks they’re an “O.G.” We’re losing too many men (and in some cases, women) to this “wannabe thug life” mentality. It’s bad enough too many people fall victim to the streets due to environmental circumstance; why wait until you’re an adult to start thuggin’?
What I do know is I will find love again. Until then, I’m thankful I’m free of any guilt and am able to continue life normally. This is my cautionary tale, proceed with caution.
How would you react if your partner called and said they were arrested? Would you break up over an arrest or would it depend on the charges? What crime would you be able to overlook? Do you believe in innocent until proven guilty when it comes to loved ones? Would you be willing to post someone’s bail? How much responsibility does a BF/GF have to their partner in a situation like that? What do you think of the boyfriend’s reaction to her “needing space?” Did it seem like he had a secret life that he was hiding from her? Could you knowingly date a jailbird? Why?
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