I am a prison wife. Yes, a wife of a prisoner. Our wedding didn’t consist of an expensive wedding dress, a big bouquet of flowers or black ties, in fact, the only thing black and white was my husband’s outfit.
My husband, Tom, was escorted upstairs at the Lemhi County Courthouse by an officer, his hands cuffed in front of him and dressed in black and white stripes. I remember walking back and forth, unable to relax. The courtroom empty but the very few people that were there, including an officer and Fred Snook. Tom and I stood face to face, our hands wrapped into each other’s yet his wrists never free from the silver bracelets. Snook stood there reciting our vows, asking us to repeat after him and in that moment, that very moment, all the butterflies, nervousness and unsureness disappeared.
Making this decision didn’t come easy. As Tom sat waiting to be extradited to New Jersey, I tossed around the idea he proposed of becoming husband and wife. There were many people that insisted we just wait, “Why do you need to marry each other right now,” “Just wait until he gets home,” “Do you really want to get married that way?” We didn’t need to marry each other, we wanted to marry each other.
Looking back at it now, we both realize that we married more in lust than love at the time. We were more worried of losing the relationship than allowing our relationship to grow at the time. But looking back at it, we don’t regret it. At all. Either one of us.
Tom has always been honest with me in the situation he is in and he apologizes for everything, yet he has nothing to be sorry for. I accepted Tom and the situation so I could never be mad over it, I could never hold it against him. I had two choices, walk away and try to forget about him and the love we shared or stick to my promise of always being there for him.
So April 7, we became Mr. and Mrs. Lewis, the first couple to wed in Lemhi County while one spouse was incarcerated, maybe that’s our claim to fame. I kept my promise even though our marriage seemed to start off with the “worse” than the “better.”
We knew Tom would be transferred 2,500 miles away but we never knew it would just be a short four days away from the day we married. When I found out that they transferred him, I just pulled over crying, feeling helpless and unknown of my next move. As he was flown to New Jersey and finally settled into an assignment facility, we were now not only adjusting to husband and wife, but to a long distance relationship on special terms.
Our lives became completely different. I never realized life within bars or the toll that it not only takes on the inmate but the loved ones as well. Chow has replaced dinners at the table for my husband, the ability to walk outside is guarded by officers and communication is limited. While most of America has closed relationships, personal disagreements, intimate moments, ours is never hidden. Our phone calls always start with, “Push 5 to accept this call,” and while I love you and I miss you are always our last words it always follows a, “You have 30 seconds remaining,” reminding us someone may always be listening. Letters are opened and read, word for word. And after 200 plus days the nervousness and the empty pit in my stomach are still there from the what could happen, the what ifs and hows.
Tom and I have learned to adjust. Adjusting to being completely exposed and sometimes judged. I have learned the true meaning of genuine and the difference between caring and curious. Some people judge me, my husband and us, as a married couple. The situation has taught us the real meaning of not caring what people think because when it comes down to it we love one another. Sometimes the looks, the comments do hurt but we have built a pretty good foundation and can always rely on one another.
I am in love with a man who wants to become his own more perfect creation, a man committed to the transformation of himself, of the world. And the world he imagined was like the world I imagined. I fell in love with a man that I couldn’t really explain, all I could say is he loves me and I love him. I am in love with a felon, I married a man while in jail yet I married the most genuine man, I am in love with someone who makes me happy, I am in love with a man that I am very proud to call my husband. Everyone has two sides, a good side, a bad side - a future and a past - we have to accept both in our partner. You can’t expect the good without some bad, and eventually some good will come out of bad.
We have overcome struggles, celebrated battles, took pride in the small things like hitting 100 days or our six month anniversary but this week we are celebrating a different one. It’s no longer how many days we have done, because as of today, October 20 we have 99 days left. Hitting double digits is pretty amazing, going from three months, to over 300 days unexpectedly and now under 100 days, is a blessing. That’s what this is, a blessing. I am blessed to have an amazing, caring husband, very supportive, honest, true to me and we are both blessed to have this love. I am excited to pass this mark and very excited to see my husband for the first time since April 11. Could you imagine a love that you would risk everything for? That you would be willing to experience the worse just to see what the better was?
