small town usa
07-11-2004, 08:25 AM
Hello, I'am small town usa, and my husband is at Brent Correctional Prison. I'am one of those women that you read about and say "she must be crazy" or "I really did not know that there were women that desperate" Yea, I met and married my husband in prison. He was the cell-mate of a relitive and we became pen-pals,. I did not start off with the intensions of ever really meeting the man. And God in heaven knows that I never, ever wanted to fall in love with him. He just came along at a point in my life that I so desperately needed someone to talk to and he just wanted a connection with the out-side world. When I met him, my mother had lost the 2 year battle with cancer, my boyfriend had ran off and left me, they had repossed my car and I had not worked in 3 weeks, had a son to raise from a previous marriage and was at my wits end. I come from a good-upstanding Family, well respected in the little town that I come from. Everyone loves me. I'am there 'Auntie'. But I learned that no matter how much a person loves you, they get tired of your problems. And I was at that point, so here goes someone that just want someone to write.(or so I throught) So we started writing, and we wrote each other for 3 years before I ever laid eyes on him or he me. See I love to write and I wrote him Every single night! After 15 years, I still do. That took him by surprise. He made it plan from the beginning that he was not begging and at any time if I wanted to stop communicating with him, just let him know and he would not write me anymore. Well I reached that point and told him. He stopped. I freaked-out because I missed the man so much. He was my friend, someone that I could talk to, tell every single throutht, feeling ect. and I missed that so much so I wrote him back and the rest is history. We were married at St. Clair in 1995 and I have been faithful to him every since. He came up for parole while I was still living at home, they denied him, so I moved to his home town to get a job, estiblish a home plan and find him a job, before he came back up again. He did in 2002 and they denied him again. They said because he had a dicp. and set him off for one year. That was one year, and seven months ago. I have a home plan, him a job and we had tons of letters of support. None did any good, and now we wait. He is a repeat offender, and sentenced under that Hib(my spelling is not that good) law, he also falls under the Victim Notification Act. He has never been opposed either time he went up, but he still must go threw the process. He has served 22 straight years in prison and has a sentence that even I can not believe. He got 15-181 years for stealing. But they say because he is a Hib.is why. Get real now, 181 years!!!This is American right? I have struggled with the parole board, the victim notification board, the transfere community, any and all of them threw-out the years and I always come up short. Its so hard getting any information and hearing anything. Thank-God of PTO. This could go on and on and it was just a brief summery of who and why I'am. If anyone would like to know more, how I cope, why I cope, What I belive, ect. Get connected and we will endure together. Gods Speed.