The next step
Today I received word that my husband has been transferred from waiting in the county jail to intake.
I'm not sad....guess I'm acclimating now. I see this as the next step in my husband's journey towards redemption and reaching his God given potential.
It also means that he'll be able to stay busy, work, read, and we'll be able to have contact visits instead of being divided by a glass partition. His good time credits will be applied as well, which means his PE/TE date will be recalibrated.
Peace.
I'm not sad....guess I'm acclimating now. I see this as the next step in my husband's journey towards redemption and reaching his God given potential.
It also means that he'll be able to stay busy, work, read, and we'll be able to have contact visits instead of being divided by a glass partition. His good time credits will be applied as well, which means his PE/TE date will be recalibrated.
Peace.
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It is a good thing, I guess. It means the beginning of the end of it is a bit nearer. And from what mine says, county jails are awful, and boring, with no opportunities to take classes or do much at all. In prison there\'s much more available and more to do. He will be happier, hopefully. If you can ever be happy in them.
Some of the worst parts of this is not knowing what is going to happen, when they will move him, if it\'s a safe place, and will he be able to get a phone, so you can know he is ok, and just hear his voice.
Mine is going to be moved soon, but we don\'t know when. So every time he doesn\'t call at the normal times he usually calls, I hurry up, get on the website to see if he was moved and didn\'t have a chance to call me to let me know. But those websites are not updated as quickly as when we could use Vinelink, which was almost instantly they knew and posted it.
Not that knowing would change anything for me, but thinking about him on some bus, or van, driving a long way, shackled like an animal upsets me.
Years ago, he ran off to Florida instead of going to court. When caught, he spent time in a county jail there, then transported on a terrible van, privately owned and hired by the prison system. He had to be on it almost 2 weeks, as they will take a bunch of guys and drive them all to different states. They would have to be shackled the whole time, and handcuffed. They had to sleep in tiny county jails overnight sometimes. He would get almost to Wisconsin then for some reason the bus would go the other direction far, far away to other states not even close to where he was going. He would be within 100 miles and for some idiotic reason they would decide a prisoner in the bus had to be dropped off first in Michigan, or Ohio. It was awful. His ankles swelled from the shackles being too tight. They had to give him bigger shoes at one county jail, as his feet swelled so much. He had marks on his wrists days later when I got to see him finally. This time it shouldn\'t be that kind of van or bus. It should be one right from his place he is at now. But still I just am so bothered by the whole humiliating and uncomfortable process he faces just to get moved. But he sometimes hasn\'t had it that bad, and it\'s exciting for him to just be in a vehicle, and looking out at the world he hasn\'t seen for so long. How sad is that?
Last time when he got out after 3 years, so much had changed around our area. Places were built, that weren\'t there before, highways had changed, buildings that had been familiar to him had been torn down. We don\'t think about that because we see the changes.
He hasn\'t called since this morning, so I have been in an awful mood all day. But if he calls in the morning as he always does, with some lame excuse he didn\'t call like just being lazy, then I will be mad. This is just an awful thing to go through for us too.