danielle
12-01-2004, 10:03 PM
Wayne's been home 14 months and some change and to sum it up in a few words: LIFE IS GOOD.
We're still working a lot of hours and staying gone from home for weeks at a time. In fact, I don't think we were home a single day of June and very few days in July. Work is a good thing...who knew I'd have a "new" career at thirty? And I'm working in the trenches (literally) beside of my husband. We spend - no joke - 24/7 together. To everyone's surprise, we haven't killed each other yet! :) Even now, in our "down time" we're together constantly. Today, he went to see some of his family that I'm not exactly fond of and I stayed home. I missed him while he was gone...like I hadn't seen him all day, every day! When it comes to Wayne, I'm still "giddy" for him. Ok, I love him madly!
His parole officer has been very understanding and I don't think we could ask for anyone any better. She's brand new and patient with our work schedule.
One thing that I've noticed is that he refers to prison less and less. When he's depressed over a situation (money usually) then he says, "Sometimes I wish I was back in prison." In a way I understand his mentality and in a way I don't. He sure seemed to hate it an awful lot when he was there and I remind him of that. But those references are less and less now.
We put up our Christmas tree this past weekend and had a blast doing it. It's got the same ornaments it had on it before he went to prison and the new ones we added last year and this year. This will be our second Christmas and second New Year and we just had our second Thanksgiving.
Our married life is divided into three segments. There's BP (before prison), IP (in prison) and SP (since prison). SP has been the best of the three and makes up for BP and IP. As miserable as the wait was, that time seems like a distant memory from a long, long time ago.
The most awesome thing I've learned about my guy is what a killer Scrabble player he is. God only knows how many hours we've spent playing and I'm embarassed to say that he kicks my ass most of the time. Oh, and he rubs it in!
To me, Wayne is a winner, but to the world I don't know if he's really a success now or not. He's stayed out of prison for longer periods of time and wound up going back. His parole isn't over until 2010 and once he's off paper, then I think he'll be a true success. He's spent the past 32 years either on paper or in the pen. For over three decades the DOC has dictated his movements. So, on that glorious day in just over 5 years when he's free and clear, then I'll can say that beyond a shadow of a doubt he's done "it." He'd proved "them" all wrong and made it.
I don't regret standing by him and I don't feel that time was wasted. It's not been perfect, but it's been real. I love him now more than I did the day I married him, the day he went to prison, the day he came home from prison. Hell, I love him more now than when I woke up this morning.
We're still working a lot of hours and staying gone from home for weeks at a time. In fact, I don't think we were home a single day of June and very few days in July. Work is a good thing...who knew I'd have a "new" career at thirty? And I'm working in the trenches (literally) beside of my husband. We spend - no joke - 24/7 together. To everyone's surprise, we haven't killed each other yet! :) Even now, in our "down time" we're together constantly. Today, he went to see some of his family that I'm not exactly fond of and I stayed home. I missed him while he was gone...like I hadn't seen him all day, every day! When it comes to Wayne, I'm still "giddy" for him. Ok, I love him madly!
His parole officer has been very understanding and I don't think we could ask for anyone any better. She's brand new and patient with our work schedule.
One thing that I've noticed is that he refers to prison less and less. When he's depressed over a situation (money usually) then he says, "Sometimes I wish I was back in prison." In a way I understand his mentality and in a way I don't. He sure seemed to hate it an awful lot when he was there and I remind him of that. But those references are less and less now.
We put up our Christmas tree this past weekend and had a blast doing it. It's got the same ornaments it had on it before he went to prison and the new ones we added last year and this year. This will be our second Christmas and second New Year and we just had our second Thanksgiving.
Our married life is divided into three segments. There's BP (before prison), IP (in prison) and SP (since prison). SP has been the best of the three and makes up for BP and IP. As miserable as the wait was, that time seems like a distant memory from a long, long time ago.
The most awesome thing I've learned about my guy is what a killer Scrabble player he is. God only knows how many hours we've spent playing and I'm embarassed to say that he kicks my ass most of the time. Oh, and he rubs it in!
To me, Wayne is a winner, but to the world I don't know if he's really a success now or not. He's stayed out of prison for longer periods of time and wound up going back. His parole isn't over until 2010 and once he's off paper, then I think he'll be a true success. He's spent the past 32 years either on paper or in the pen. For over three decades the DOC has dictated his movements. So, on that glorious day in just over 5 years when he's free and clear, then I'll can say that beyond a shadow of a doubt he's done "it." He'd proved "them" all wrong and made it.
I don't regret standing by him and I don't feel that time was wasted. It's not been perfect, but it's been real. I love him now more than I did the day I married him, the day he went to prison, the day he came home from prison. Hell, I love him more now than when I woke up this morning.