There’s a picture of me smiling. Of course there is. Big smile. Bright eyes. Confident. Almost… untouchable. The kind of woman who looks like she has it handled. The kind of woman who looks like she’s winning. And maybe that’s what they see when they look at me. But what they don’t see…is everything underneath that smile. They don’t see what it feels like to be told-just like that-that your communication with your husband is gone. Not limited. Not restricted. Gone. Four years. No phone calls. No visits. No video visits. Just… silence. Let that sink in. Because this isn’t just about “rules” or “policy.” This is about human beings. This is about a man who is fighting every single day to stay clean in an environment that is designed to break him. This is about someone trying to hold onto his sanity… while the one person who grounds him, who reminds him who he is outside of those walls… gets ripped away. Do you understand what that does to someone? ...