Sometimes, I don’t hear from my husband for days, as the prison is holding emails, just because they can, and we don’t have phone calls. And then, I receive a letter or I do get our monthly phone call. And it’s here. That homey feeling. I remember everything. The connection, the love, the strength. For a few minutes, it feels like we have never been separated. We try to update each other quickly on what’s going on for us, mostly our son’s medical problems or needs on my side, we joke, we express our love and commitment. It goes fast, but it gives me a high for a day or two. I’m loved, I have a caring husband, we have a family. Then darkness takes over again, as quickly as that phone call went by. The hurt and pain of missing him is back. The helplessness towards his situation, my situation, and our baby’s situation. More often than not, the hopelessness even. Imagine only hearing the voice of the person you love ONCE a month.
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