I saw him today. Originally this was supposed to be his sister's weekend to go, but she was a little under the weather and told me I could take it. Each jail has different rules for visiting. Before sentencing took place and he was in a county facility, we could visit as many times as we wanted so long as they were during the set visiting hours. I can't remember the exact days, but I remember the hours were something like 7 to 10 PM. Visits were one hour each.
Now we're in state. However many Sundays there are in the month, that's how many visits he's allowed to have that month. Typically that's four, but October happens to be one of those rare months with five so we get to visit five times. All of this requires constant communication between me and his family to ensure we spread the visits out and that the time spent with him is fair and balanced. We all love him and want to make sure he's alright so five visits a month have to be planned very carefully and very wisely. But there is an upside! Instead of just one hour, this facility allows you to stay the entire length of visiting hours. Saturdays are 8:30 AM to 3 PM or 6:30 PM to 9 PM. So on Saturdays, you guessed it, I spend all day long with my honey.
So back to our visit. It was beautiful from start to finish. Together, we're very easy going. Even before he was incarcerated, much of our time together was spent laughing. His sense of humor has been my favorite thing about him since the day we met. And even in these circumstances, he remains the same.
So anyway, back to the visit (again!). There was a couple nearby and they were clearly arguing. I heard this man yell at this woman and demean her with the most disrespectful tone and the most disrespectful language. His favorite seemed to be the B word and even she commented back to him the number of times he used it.
I was terrified. Not because of the environment, but because I heard and saw a man speak to a woman this way. It makes you wonder what is going on in a person's life that they have to treat others that way and what would make a person allow themselves to be treated that way. But who am I to judge and to wonder what's going on in people's lives? All I know is when I left, I was grateful for him. I always tell him thank you for the way he speaks to me and the way he speaks of me when talking to others. This was just a reality check to how blessed I really am.
Love,
Her
Postmark: October 21, 2017
Now we're in state. However many Sundays there are in the month, that's how many visits he's allowed to have that month. Typically that's four, but October happens to be one of those rare months with five so we get to visit five times. All of this requires constant communication between me and his family to ensure we spread the visits out and that the time spent with him is fair and balanced. We all love him and want to make sure he's alright so five visits a month have to be planned very carefully and very wisely. But there is an upside! Instead of just one hour, this facility allows you to stay the entire length of visiting hours. Saturdays are 8:30 AM to 3 PM or 6:30 PM to 9 PM. So on Saturdays, you guessed it, I spend all day long with my honey.
So back to our visit. It was beautiful from start to finish. Together, we're very easy going. Even before he was incarcerated, much of our time together was spent laughing. His sense of humor has been my favorite thing about him since the day we met. And even in these circumstances, he remains the same.
So anyway, back to the visit (again!). There was a couple nearby and they were clearly arguing. I heard this man yell at this woman and demean her with the most disrespectful tone and the most disrespectful language. His favorite seemed to be the B word and even she commented back to him the number of times he used it.
I was terrified. Not because of the environment, but because I heard and saw a man speak to a woman this way. It makes you wonder what is going on in a person's life that they have to treat others that way and what would make a person allow themselves to be treated that way. But who am I to judge and to wonder what's going on in people's lives? All I know is when I left, I was grateful for him. I always tell him thank you for the way he speaks to me and the way he speaks of me when talking to others. This was just a reality check to how blessed I really am.
Love,
Her
Postmark: October 21, 2017
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