There’s something I’ve learned in this journey standing beside my husband while he’s locked down. And no, I’m not talking about sending money or buying quarterly packages or making sure he has socks on commissary. I’m talking about emotional support. The kind that doesn’t show up in a bank ledger, but shows up in someone’s soul.
My husband wrote his sister the other day. Poured his heart out. Told her how he felt completely forgotten by his family. Explained how he was facing going back to max—23 hours a day locked in a box. How isolating that is. How heavy that feels. How even though he knows he’s made mistakes, he still hopes someone out there cares enough to ask how he’s really doing.
Her response?
“I hear you. Love you.”
That was it.
And I’ll be real with you—he was devastated.
See, here’s the thing people don’t get: my husband doesn’t need sympathy. He needs connection. He already knows he messed up from 13 years old to 25. He knows the choices he made landed him exactly where he is. What breaks him down isn’t the sentence—it’s the silence.
Let me ask y’all something:
Do you actually know what’s going through his mind?
Do you have even the slightest clue why he started using drugs to begin with?
Why he relapsed?
Why he’s been in and out of prison all these years?
No. You don’t.
Because you never cared enough to ask. You’re too busy scrolling my blogs, judging from the sidelines, calling me a liar—while everything I write comes straight from his mouth. Things he’s finally been able to open up about because he knows I’m not here to hurt him. I’m here to love him.
And hear me loud and clear—I am his WIFE. His rock. His world. I am the one person in his life who has taken the time to talk to him, listen to him, understand him.
Is it always easy? Hell no. Loving a man who’s been through what he has isn’t some fairy tale. He’s complicated. He’s stubborn. Sometimes he pushes back harder than I think my heart can handle. But is he worth it?
Abso-fucking-lutely he is.
And y’all are missing out on the man he’s becoming because you can’t see past the man he was.
You said to him yourselves, “We have our own families now.”
Well, newsflash—so does he.
He’s a married man now. And in that, he’s found his real family. The one that doesn’t turn their back when things get hard. The one that holds on even tighter when everyone else walks away.
So while you sit back and watch from a distance, questioning me, questioning him, just know:
We don’t need your validation.
We don’t need your approval.
But he deserves better. And whether you show up or not, I always will.
And go ahead—share this with everyone. Post it. Print it out. Screenshot it. Whatever gets it across. Because in the end, I won’t back down. I WILL keep telling his story. I WILL keep standing beside him mentally, emotionally—through every milestone he faces, good or bad.
And here’s the real truth:
In the end, I’m the one who wins.
Not because it’s about proving anything to anybody else, but because I love him—fully, fiercely, unconditionally. And he not only knows it. He feels it.
Actions speak louder than words. Always have. Always will.
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