Then came time for the toughest goodbyes of all. Joe and I went upstairs with the girls. We all lay down on the big bed in my room. All six of us.
I told the girls, "Mommy has to leave."
"When?" asked Milania.
"Tonight," I told them.
Gabriella, who was 10 at the time, got so hysterical, she couldn't even breathe. She usually held her feelings inside, but now she was inconsolable. When Joe's father died, all the girls had gotten very emotional. They love their grandparents so much. We are all very close. They cried a lot. But this was 10 times worse than that. I held Gabriella and told her it was going to be okay – even though I knew it might not be. What else could I do?
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But as I held my girls and kissed them on their cheeks and on their foreheads, I started to get mad. Instead of having more time with my babies, I had to leave for prison in the middle of the night while they were sleeping – because of the paparazzi. This is how bad things had gotten. This whole thing was totally out of control. How had it come to this?
At that moment, I knew things had to change. That I would use my time in prison to rethink things. I was going to come out of prison a better person and try to make things right again in my life. We lay there for about an hour and a half. Then I knew it was time to start putting the girls to bed and say my goodbyes. This was going to be hardest part of all. I had dreaded this moment for months. And now it was here.