My step-son Michael was in prison serving his third year of his four year sentence. I meant to visit him but I never seemed to have the time. I think I felt gulity about being such a bad step-mother to him while he was growing up and blamed myself for his situation. So when he called I wouldnt accept the collect charges and I sent all the letters he wrote to me back. I just couldn't deal with it and kept myself busy drinking and partying all the time. I was alarmed when I heard loud pounding at the door. I wasn't expecting anyone over and the knocks were relentless. I opened the door to find m... Show more