danielle
02-15-2004, 08:52 PM
Tomorrow is my third wedding anniversary. Three years ago I vowed to love that man of mine until death do us part. I guess I meant it. I mean, almost 22 months of incarceration didn't tear us apart.
When my husband was locked up, I never thought I could do this. I couldn't be so far apart him and wallow in the uncertainty that having a loved one in prison brings. He was moved from facility to facility and I seemed to be the last to know. My life revolved around cards and letters and phone calls and all too infrequent visits. We had ups and downs and lots of in-between days. The time passed quicker than I expected, but my heart continued to break. Without him I was not complete or whole or myself. Then the day came that he was set free and we were expected to resume our lives. We were sort of expected to act like he'd never been to prison. I, however, let him talk about it as much or as little as he wanted to. It was a chunk of his life that he'd forever lost. He had to grieve it and I was there for him. I also had to grieve the time we'd spent apart and deal with my anger for his being gone. Thank God we've worked through a lot of it and are still working through it.
My husband has established a relationship with his elderly parents and as I've said before, it's been rewarding to watch. He and his dad are so much alike - Wayne is a spitting image of his pops. It's truly a pleasure to see them grow together.
It's been almost 5 months since he's returned home and returned to me. I love him more than ever and we've survived the "for worse part." I am looking forward to the "for better" part now.
We keep on keeping on. We get by one day at a time. And now it's gone from one day at a time to a year at a time. For the first time in a long time, I am looking forward to the future.
When my husband was locked up, I never thought I could do this. I couldn't be so far apart him and wallow in the uncertainty that having a loved one in prison brings. He was moved from facility to facility and I seemed to be the last to know. My life revolved around cards and letters and phone calls and all too infrequent visits. We had ups and downs and lots of in-between days. The time passed quicker than I expected, but my heart continued to break. Without him I was not complete or whole or myself. Then the day came that he was set free and we were expected to resume our lives. We were sort of expected to act like he'd never been to prison. I, however, let him talk about it as much or as little as he wanted to. It was a chunk of his life that he'd forever lost. He had to grieve it and I was there for him. I also had to grieve the time we'd spent apart and deal with my anger for his being gone. Thank God we've worked through a lot of it and are still working through it.
My husband has established a relationship with his elderly parents and as I've said before, it's been rewarding to watch. He and his dad are so much alike - Wayne is a spitting image of his pops. It's truly a pleasure to see them grow together.
It's been almost 5 months since he's returned home and returned to me. I love him more than ever and we've survived the "for worse part." I am looking forward to the "for better" part now.
We keep on keeping on. We get by one day at a time. And now it's gone from one day at a time to a year at a time. For the first time in a long time, I am looking forward to the future.