Chapter 7 - The Awakening
Jail is not kind to bullies. It strips them of their false armor and forces them to face men who are truly dangerous.
For the first thirty days, Tyler was miserable. He wrote me angry, demanding letters, begging me to hire a private lawyer to get him out. I returned every single letter unopened, marked Return to Sender.
By day sixty, the letters stopped.
By day ninety, he was transferred to the residential rehabilitation facility in a different county. It was a strict, military-style program that required him to wake up at 5:00 AM, perform manual labor, attend intensive group therapy, and take accountability for his actions.
For the first time in his life, Tyler was surrounded by people who did not care about his excuses. When he tried to blame me for his failures, the counselors shut him down immediately.
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He was forced to look in the mirror. And what he saw horrified him.
He saw a man who had raised his hand to the woman who had spent her life trying to protect him. The shame finally cracked through his thick skull, breaking the entitlement that had poisoned his youth.
