I’m A Felon - Here’s My Story
Updated: Jul 11, 2020
Yikes yall, I don't even know where to begin. Let me start by saying that the number 1 cause of my felony was my anger and the lack of control I had over my life and my emotions.
A little bit of background story so you can clearly picture and understand the night in question.
The first time I was ever arrested was due to driving with a suspended license at the age of 19.
I was pretty reckless and in a 3 year time span, I was arrested multiple times for driving while under suspension, a DUI and multiple arrests for assault. Let me explain.
There’s absolutely no excuse for how reckless I was and I think about this phase of my life often.
Truth is, I’ve always struggled with anger. I’m not afraid of people and always stick up for myself but when I was younger I didn’t know how to let things go or know when it was time to be the bigger person.
My first fight was at the age of 14. I went to a neighborhood house party with my best friend and her older sisters. It was definitely a party for older kids so I really had no business being there in the first place. It all happened so fast, I remember being in a basement dancing with my friend and chaos breaking out. All I know is I felt pressured by my friend to jump into the fight because her sister and her friends were in the fight and they were outnumbered. I had NO CLUE what I was doing but was afraid of what would happen if I didn’t partake.
I was shocked at how good I was doing but I also remembered feeling like “why am I doing this, this girl did nothing to me.” All my luck quickly ran out and ya’ll no lie, I felt like I was in a movie. I swear It was like a giant stomped over to me, the room got dark and I felt wind against my neck as if I needed to turn around and soon as I did….boom!
It felt like I was punched by a man. I didn’t fall, but I remember it took a lot out of me to stay standing. I couldn’t see so at that point I kind of blanked out and was swinging at anyone who got near me.
As the fight ends, my friends were so proud of me for stepping up but I still wasn’t over that 1 punch. When I saw who it was who hit me, the only thing I could of was to call my older cousin. This girl had to be 17, 18 years old. She was HUGE. Much taller and much more solid than I was so the last thing I wanted to do was to fight her or have any beef.
I went home and I remember my mom being so mad that I came home with a black eye. Let’s just say, that was the first and last time I ever got beat up on. From that point on, I was going to make sure that if I got in a fight, I was the one to win. I know this sounds so bad but as a teenager, I looked at fighting as a way to say, “don’t mess with me”.
Throughout high school I had a handful of fights and I won each and every fight. Every Time I got into a fight, it was something I couldn’t get out of. I was always hit first or put in situations where I had to defend myself or someone else.
By the time I started college, I matured and realized that fighting was not cute nor the answer to solve anything but I was also a little cocky in the confidence I had to know that if and when I had to defend myself, I could.
So I had a couple other situations where I felt like my back was against the wall and it ended in fighting.
One time a girl who I fought later on broke into my car, pressed charges against me, bullied me online, harassed me by calling my phone to the point where I had to change my number. Randomly 1 day while being pulled over for speeding, I was arrested for a warrant I didn’t even know I had. The girl had filed an assault claim and I was arrested and held in jail for 5 days over something that had happened months ago.
The crazy thing was, this girl and her friends jumped in the club. If anyone was going to press charges, it should have been me!
From this point on it was like no matter what I did, trouble found its way to me.
Once I started and opened my business, I knew I had to get things under control because I had too much to lose. So I paid a lot of money for lawyers and fees to start to gain control over my record and would know how to better handle situations that may happen in the future.
Fast forward a couple of years before moving to DC. I was dating this guy and there were multiple signs that he could have been cheating on me. I had moments of clarity where I knew I needed to leave him (and sometimes I actually did) but I always ended up back with him.
The particular week that I caught a felony, we were visiting DC and to make a long story short, I found text messages in his phone between him and a girl. When I went to confront him about it, he had already deleted the messages and said I was making things up and didn’t trust him.
Earlier that day, we were shopping in the city and my friend and I went to Forever 21 while he went to Zara. We finished up and went to meet him in Zara and I saw him exchange numbers with a girl.
I was literally starting to feel crazy. I was thinking about all the different ways I could handle the situation. Should I tell him to find his own way back to Cleveland? Do I play it cool and break up with him when we get back? Was I being naive and willing to hear him explain? All I knew was I was hurt and I wasn’t sure how to handle it.
Later that night, we were all going out to a hookah lounge and bar and I remember myself drinking to try to mask the pain and anger that I had towards him.
We were sitting in the hookah lounge and I mentioned that I was hungry. Instead of being a gentleman and offering to get me food, I said I’m going to grab a pizza. He let me leave me the hookah lounge alone and that in itself was the last straw for me. I was PISSED for lack of better words.
When I left, I took nothing but my debit card. Not thinking at all whatsoever, I don’t know if it was me being emotional or the fact that I hadn’t ate all day that had me leave without my things.
I got the pizza and tried to return the hookah lounge but the security guard who was managing the door wouldn’t let me in. He asked for my ID and I explained to him that I just left out to grab my pizza that all my belongings were inside the lounge.
He could care less what I was talking about and was not budging. Now I need you to remember that I had been drinking pretty much the entire day and had not eaten a single meal. I was completely over my limit on top of being overly emotional because of all the things happening in my relationship at the time.
I remember trying to shove my way passed the guard who was like 6’5 in height and 2x my weight. As you could guess, that didn’t go well. He pushed me back to the point of my pizza hitting the ground and I went crazy! I full blown started to fight this man and next thing I knew, I was in the middle of the street fighting police officers as they tried to arrest me.
Everything from there was such a blur. It took them a while to get me into cuffs and into the car. They definitely used force, I was hit multiple times, sprayed with mace and had a huge knot on my head from when they forced me into the cop car.
My entire night I remember thinking “what the heck did I just do” and “my friends don’t even know where I’m at”. My anger was even worse once I got to the police station especially when I was treated how I was by the guards who were on shift when I arrived. I got into another altercation when I was asked to remove my clip in hair extensions. I asked why and the guard responded, “if you don’t, I will.” I didn’t respond well to that and that turned into another account of assault to add to my record.
I went into my holding cell with bald patches from having my clip ins ripped out of my hair and I spent hours screaming and yelling, pounding on the bars and demanding a phone call until the point that I exhausted myself and fell asleep.
When I woke up I felt like crap. This was when I noticed how beat up I was. I had scratch marks, bruises, patches of hair missing, my head was pounding, throat hurted, eyes were bloodshot red. I was really messed up.
I’m not going to go into detail about the 5 days I spent in the DC jail system because honestly it was 1 of the most terrifying experiences of my life. I was treated so poorly and the conditions I was in was completely disgusting. Let me just say this, NEVER get in trouble in DC. I was moved to 3 different jails in the time I was being held and it seemed like each one was worse than the last.
The day I had court I was soooooo excited and could not wait to get out of there and go home. I plead no contest to 5 accounts of assault to police officers and 1 account of assault to a guard. I was instructed to get a lawyer and show back up to court in 30 days or something like that.
This one drunken night where I allowed my emotions and anger to get the best of me cost me thousands of dollars, lost opportunities and my freedom. Between lawyers, fees, travel costs and probation, I easily regretted that night.
After paying all the money and showing up for court dates, I was put on a 2 year probation and found guilty of assault on police officers. This whole situation was 1 of the situations that made it very clear to me that I needed to get my life together and back on track.
I was embarrassed and always thought this would be something I never talked about but recently it’s been heavy on my heart to share. I always talk about using your story to impact others and sometimes that means talking about the bad and the ugly.
This situation made me realize that I needed to get to the bottom of my anger issues. Why was I so angry? What was happening that made me snap, black out and simply just not care about my well being?
This incident later ended up ruining opportunities for me. My life has never been the same since it happened but I’ve also been able to adapt and not allow the fact that I have a felony to determine the outcome of my life. Felony and all I have built a successful business and have people in my life who love and care for me. They don’t judge me from my past. I had to forgive myself and find a way to maneuver around it.
I share this story because like me, there are people who have made mistakes in their past who don’t deserve to be judged off of 1 bad choice. There are other people like me, from the outside looking in that seem really successful and like their life is so perfect but you never know what someones been through until you hear their story.
1 of my followers (shoutout to @calicrochetbraider) commented on a post I made and said “they see your glory, but don’t know your story” and I often feel this way!
When people want to know how I got to where I got, it’s not a simple answer. It wasn’t easy and no one truly knows all of the things that happened to get me to exactly where I am today.
We see these people doing amazing things and forget that they are people too. They all have a story and all had to overcome things to get to where they are, just like you have.
So yes, I am Breanna Aponte. Social media and brand expert, online coach, speaker, YouTuber, Podcast Host, Blogger, Soon to be wife and Felon. I’m proud of every title because each thing represents a part of me. A part of my life and apart of my story.
So I hope that hearing this opens your mind and allows you to be more comfortable with making mistakes, moving on and using your story to help someone else. Also, to never allow your past define who you become! The sky is the limit! Abandon fear, become your best self and create the life you want!
Until next time, be shameless!