So Heather went up to see Tyler today. The prison officer allowed her and the baby go get all the way through, took her into the bathroom to pat her and the baby down, and then told her she couldn't have a visit because she had on a black tee shirt under her jacket and the lady told her she couldn't go it. Heather started to cry and said that she didn't have any money to buy another shirt and she didn't have one in her car. The lady told she didn't know what she expected her to do. Then the baby started crying and saying she wanted to see her daddy. Heather called me in tears. Tyler is at South BAy Correctional Facility in South Bay Florida. The prison officers there are the meanest, most miserable, unsympathetic women that I have ever met in my life. There have been times when I have gone to see Tyler and have had to change my clothes 2 and 3 times.
My heart broke when Heather called and the baby was in the back in her car seat crying 'i wanna see my daddy….why can't i see my daddy?"
i hate this. i hate that other people control who and when someone can see MY child. i hate that this is only year one of 18 years of this foolishness. i hate that my granddaughter has to even go to a prison to see her dad.
i hate all of it.
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