08/30/2012
Pat my six year old son, was playing
video games on Saul's phone one day and a message came in then Pat hands me the
phone and says, "What's this mommy?" I looked at the message and I
saw a picture of a positive pregnancy test and I said, "What!"
Saul was asleep so
I responded back pretending to be Saul."Whose baby?", I found out the
message was received by a girl named Emma who met Saul at the pool one day
while I was away visiting my nana in Boston. She fed Saul some beers and one
thing led to another and sure enough they hooked up. Now she is supposedly pregnant with my husband’s baby.
I am thinking to
myself we just got married and now I am pregnant, GOD are you fucking with me
again? Just my luck, I'm over it. So I started throwing Saul's shit out along
with Saul and when he came back I wouldn't let him in. I should have never let
him back into our lives, but I couldn't financially support us on my own, I was
still grieving and hoping for emotional support from my husband, I would try to
confide in my husband he would produce just the opposite by throwing it in my
face or dismissing my feelings altogether. He was pressuring me constantly to
get a job because he felt it was not fair that he be the only one working and
he was only able to find temporary work.
Yet I was still grieving
and seeking services to help me with my pregnancy. There was this program
called Healthy Families that offered counseling and referrals to get the baby things.
I took advantage of these services because I knew we were living paycheck to
paycheck and Saul would frequently lose his job, so I utilized all the services
I could get. There was this one place called the Pregnancy Center and they
would give me a stack of diapers every class I would attend. Baby items, crochets
blankets, and clothes.
While I was 5 months
pregnant bending over picking up toys and yelling at Pat to clean his room I
started having contractions. I got real scared because it was way too soon for
me to be having them. I began to panic. Then I went to my room and started
crying thinking I was losing the baby. As I was praying I saw my nana's picture
on my dresser and prayed that she please honor her commitment to bless this
child. There was this little music box my nana gave me to remember her by that
played "You Are My Sunshine" and I would just wind up the music box
placing it on my belly and start taking long deep breaths. Eventually the
contractions subsided; when my husband got home he rushed me to the hospital.
They had me drink
a lot of fluids and had me waiting at Morton Plant Hospital ER in Largo, FL for
four hours for an ultrasound. They were extremely rude. I had to go to the
bathroom so bad and the one thing you definitely don't want to do is make a
poor pregnant girl wait to go to the bathroom. My husband had to dump four
bedpan buckets down the sink and I still had a full enough bladder for the
ultrasound. The Dr. Stated I was probably showing withdrawal symptoms from my
meds that I was on prior to my pregnancy and contractions due to stress which
was no surprise to me considering all the surprises and changes going on and I
can only imagine there will be more in our lives.
Unfortunately, my
husband's drinking started getting out of hand. He also displayed this kind of
behavior the last time I was pregnant with Pat. I thought he would have changed
his ways after us getting married, but he didn't, he just disrespected me even
more. I started finding e-mails he would send to other women. He even put up a
dating profile claiming he was single.
One night I waited up for him till 3 am
thinking he was dead. I called all the hospitals because he was not answering
my phone calls or texts. I called his parents house because that's where he
says he usually is and his mother claims he never came by. Then an hour later I
receive a phone call from a deputy claiming they pulled Saul over and that he
was intoxicated. The officer said that he didn't mind waiting if I was able to
pick up my car within the next hour before they impounded it.
I asked the
officer is, "Is there another passenger in the car with him?"
The official claims, "Yes, it's another female mam."
Do you know what I ended up
doing? Mind you I was six months pregnant at the time. I had to ride a bicycle
5 miles away to his parent’s house and ask them for a ride to go get my car.
Unfortunately their car was in the shop so they could not assist me. So I had
to peddle my bike back home and my car was impounded anyway. Saul was arrested
and I didn't get any sleep that night. Here is what was happening on the other
end of the spectrum.
In the area of
20th avenue and Gulf Blvd, officer observed a black 1998 Ford 2 door vehicle
bearing FL. Tags southbound on Gulf Blvd. As officer attempted to follow
vehicle it abruptly turned Eastbound on 16th Ave. I noticed driver appeared to
be Hispanic male and I continued to run the registration. As the registration
came back I found the registered owner Salomon Sanches was suspended. As
I turned off Gulf Blvd. at 14th Ave and saw the vehicle was now attempting to
continue southbound on Gulf Blvd. As it passed my location, I got behind it
again, and the vehicle quickly pulled off into the driveway of someone's home.
The driver, a Hispanic male, got out of the car and began checking the rear
passenger side of the vehicle. I asked the driver to get back into his vehicle
and asked for his driver's license and registration. The driver provided me
with a MA driver's license in the name of Salomon Sanches. The expiration
date on the license was clearly altered to read "2018." I asked
Salomon why he turned off and then back onto Gulf Blvd.
He stated he was
looking for "a friend" but did not know the address. He saw the
residence that his friend lived in but it was dark so he decided to continue on
his journey to drop off his "girlfriend" and passenger (later
identified as MiMi) at her residence in St. Pete Beach. When I asked who else
is this car registered to? He replied, "My wife." He then corrected
his "girlfriend" statement to mean an old friend from MA who was female
and also a friend of his wife.
I noticed Salomon's hands were shaking and he
appeared to be very nervous. He also had a very strong and obvious odor of
alcohol coming from his breath and body. His eyes were red, bloodshot, and
glassy. His speech, though slightly accented (Spanish) was mumbled. When I
asked Salomon what his
"old friends" name was, he was only able to provide her stage name as
she was a stripper.
The deputy arrived
and removed MiMi from the vehicle to get information from her and found out she
had previous charges for prostitution and also had cocaine in her possession.
Salomon then stated, "my license is suspended. "
I removed Salomon
from the car, placed him in handcuffs and secured in cruiser. The mustang was
impounded while Salomon was transported to the station to undergo a CBT, he was
escorted through the process and failed to satisfactory complete FSTs and was
told he was under arrest for DUI. I then escorted him to the intoxilyzer and
began a 20 min. observation period, officer read Salomon his implied consent
which he initially refused to take a breath test by stating he is "not
drunk at all." The results of the breath test were .122/.125 BrAC. Salomon
was issued a citation for DWLS/R and DUI
Case closed,
solved with arrest.....to be continued $6000 in debt later. Saul being
incarcerated for 9 days while Pat and I waited patiently with no food, money,
or support for several week’s. This is the custodial parent of my children,
which is extremely unfortunate.
