danielle
03-23-2004, 09:21 AM
It's been exactly 6 months since my husband came home. Six months since I picked him up and we drove away from the Alabama DOC facility and left them in our dust.
He was gone almost 2 years, which in the realm of life and of PTO, isn't a lot of time. For me and for him, it seemed almost eternal.
We've had Christmas, and New Year's, and his birthday and our anniversary together. We've had Valentine's and soon with have Easter. We've raked leaves and planted flowers and did all of those boring things married people do and I loved every minute of it.
He works a lot of hours and I am actually working less now. We've bought another car and we've just particiapted in life. When he was locked-away, it felt as though life was simply passing me by. Now it seems as though I am once again an active participant in my own life. In our life together.
I can look back on PTO and find out where I was a year ago or even 2 years ago and I find I was scared mostly. I was bitter and sometimes I felt utterly and completely helpless and alone. Now, those feelings are mostly gone. Sometimes I am angry, but I am still human and I have faults and shortcomings.
Wayne is doing well. We argue some - we always have. We're both stubborn and at times I'm either overly-sensitive or he's overly-critical. I think, though, if we got along all of the time, then that wouldn't be us. I do love and accept him just the way he is, even if that means the occassional argument.
He's not the same guy that wrote home in those prison letters. That guy was a con, wanting to be sure that his woman was staying at home and being faithful. He's more secure now than when he was in the pen. He finally believes in my and my faithfulness to him. Sometimes, however, I miss the sweet guy that wrote home to me. I wouldn't trade having him here for all of the letters in the world.
Speaking of those letters - he was amazed that I'd saved every scrap of paper he'd sent my way. They're safely tucked away in a storage box and some day - just maybe - we'll pull them out and read them again. For now, it's too soon and the prison trauma is just too real.
He's still bonding with his parents and they've even dragged us to church with them a few times. Believe me - I went kicking and screaming! However, this relationship has truly amazed me and I am so happy to be a part of it and to watch them all grow together.
So, for the most part, life is good. Having him here now - it's almost just like he was never gone. But he was gone and there's a part of us that has to deal with that every single day.
Knowing all that I know now, I would have still married him. And I would still wait on him - forever.
He was gone almost 2 years, which in the realm of life and of PTO, isn't a lot of time. For me and for him, it seemed almost eternal.
We've had Christmas, and New Year's, and his birthday and our anniversary together. We've had Valentine's and soon with have Easter. We've raked leaves and planted flowers and did all of those boring things married people do and I loved every minute of it.
He works a lot of hours and I am actually working less now. We've bought another car and we've just particiapted in life. When he was locked-away, it felt as though life was simply passing me by. Now it seems as though I am once again an active participant in my own life. In our life together.
I can look back on PTO and find out where I was a year ago or even 2 years ago and I find I was scared mostly. I was bitter and sometimes I felt utterly and completely helpless and alone. Now, those feelings are mostly gone. Sometimes I am angry, but I am still human and I have faults and shortcomings.
Wayne is doing well. We argue some - we always have. We're both stubborn and at times I'm either overly-sensitive or he's overly-critical. I think, though, if we got along all of the time, then that wouldn't be us. I do love and accept him just the way he is, even if that means the occassional argument.
He's not the same guy that wrote home in those prison letters. That guy was a con, wanting to be sure that his woman was staying at home and being faithful. He's more secure now than when he was in the pen. He finally believes in my and my faithfulness to him. Sometimes, however, I miss the sweet guy that wrote home to me. I wouldn't trade having him here for all of the letters in the world.
Speaking of those letters - he was amazed that I'd saved every scrap of paper he'd sent my way. They're safely tucked away in a storage box and some day - just maybe - we'll pull them out and read them again. For now, it's too soon and the prison trauma is just too real.
He's still bonding with his parents and they've even dragged us to church with them a few times. Believe me - I went kicking and screaming! However, this relationship has truly amazed me and I am so happy to be a part of it and to watch them all grow together.
So, for the most part, life is good. Having him here now - it's almost just like he was never gone. But he was gone and there's a part of us that has to deal with that every single day.
Knowing all that I know now, I would have still married him. And I would still wait on him - forever.