For those of you who have followed my journey with Jeff, you probably remember me speaking of the book he wrote; “From Handguns to Paintbrushes” On our first visit, he sent the book home with me. It was a book he had written in black and white marble notebooks. I don’t know why I questioned his ability to write a book, but I did. I didn’t think he would be able to do it, but he did it.
The day after our visit I was in my office and the phones were slow so I decided to start reading his book. I knew it was a story about his life, but I was in no way prepared for what I was about to read. We had discussed me reading it, typing it in manuscript format and then trying to find a publisher who would publish it. I figured it would be best to read the book first, and then type it. After an hour of reading, I left my office angry and devastated. At this time the jail went on lock down and I was unable to speak with him. Once I arrived home I spent hours reading until I was finished. Do you know the feeling you get when you find out your husband/boyfriend is cheating on you? This was the feeling. I was so angry with him, wondering how he would even for 5 minutes put this book in my hands. In his eyes, was this payback for what I put him through? I couldn’t deal with it and not being able to speak with him set me off into a rage. I wrote him a VERY detailed letter in an attempt to hurt him and without thinking, sent it overnight. Once I calmed down, I realized there was no way he Continue reading “His Book Devastated Me. . .”