Many people suffer all their lives from this oppressive feeling of guilt. I was one of them. On April 25th, 2000, I pled not guilty to murdering my fiancé, James Watkins. I knew I was guilty and I was going to plead guilty, but my lawyer told me to plead not guilty. I didn’t want to go to jail, but I did the crime so I needed to do the time. Throughout this paper I will inform you about my story and its outcome.
James and I were High School sweethearts. We had been together for 7 years; our relationship was perfect. He was the sweetest guy I had ever known. He was not only my significant other but also my best friend. He always told me I would never have to work as long as I was with him. He always took me out on dates and bought me nice things. James was generally a kindhearted person. During March of 2000, I started noticing drastic changes. We no longer went on dates, and the nice gifts started coming to an end. It seemed like he was seeing someone else, but I didn’t want to make any assumptions.
On April 15, 2000, he called the engagement off. He never explained to me why he was calling everything off. He simply said, “It wasn’t working out anymore.” I kept asking him was it something I did …show more content…
My lawyer had already told everyone that I was pleading not guilty, but I said otherwise. I plead guilty for obvious reasons. I was guilty. The whole time my lawyer was telling me to plead not guilty I was thinking about what would Jesus do? I was raised in a very religious home and lying wasn’t something I was taught. I decided to plead guilty because I always took full responsibility of anything I did. I know lying is part of the lawyer’s job, but I just couldn’t do it. I made this promise to James that when it was something about him that I would always tell the truth. No matter what the punishment was. This was definitely a time to tell the