When is it acceptable?

aStrangeAlien,
OWI, operating while intoxicated can be as bad as an attempt to murder.

Nearly 2 years ago, a summer night, a law-abiding man was put to shame behind bars for hours in the police station.
My wife then got a little bruise on her pinky-toe caused by accidentally being stepped on with atop laid a child’s drawing board that flipped on her foot during our fight.
In the station, the police saw the bloody scratched marks on my arms and legs, but I refused the trip to a hospital and be examined like my wife did for prosecution purpose.
I’m the kind that can knock someone over with just a blow of a fist, I just admitted my guilt of slapping her by warding her off. Afterall it’s me that chose her to be my wife, period.
While behind bars, I felt coldness. Was I scared, no, never. But why ? I was then led to a small room for them to write their reports, I asked if it’s their interrogative technique of switching air-cond to max cold.
One of the police was kind enough to adjust the thermostat for me, but it was already just one thread close to the max warm, and he still turned it as requested. I asked if they felt cold. The kind one lifted his head and shook with a gentle smile, and soon continued his writing. The other one, the quiet one just pretended he heard nothing.
The few hours behind bars, my coldness was in shivers. Strange, it was 26 degrees celcius. I walked and walked in circles and stretched my body but still couldn’t solve. I picked up the overnight blanket provided on the bench and encased myself in it, and walked myself in minutes, still couldn’t solve. So I picked up the second but last blanket and wrapped myself with it, but still the chill.
Not long, another shift of duty began. One officer asked me if I had been searched of handing over all my belongings. I replied yes. Then he thought for a while, and opened the gate and called me out and searched me again. He said it’s for my own security sake. And he looked at my short shoe-laces, and said sometimes the long laces had to be taken off too.
Then I finally could have an idea of the coldness that I felt.
And dark thinking draws negative energy.

If I were you, I would handed myself to the nearest police station, let them know my honesty of abiding and my difficulties to comply, since the road I finally had to “trespass” due to my past events, provided no escape, but a path I inevitably had to bear to cross.
I’ll smile to accept, (I inevitably thought of Tika), and will forgive myself of the paths I have taken, even a jail term can be time and space for me to plan or perceive my bright new roads ahead.

It’s a new life I’m now leading. I merely learning and trying to understand the cryptic meaning of real joy.

The law of majority may not be lenient, but at least the magnitude of forgiveness of oneself is in one’s own heart.