It’s 2 years today since the knock that blew our world apart. Our life has not been the same since.
My husband is in prison and today I haven’t had so much as a phone call from him.
It’s the lack of control that’s the hardest thing.
I’ve never been a person who just sits back and moans.
If I am not happy in a job, I will find a new one, if something is unfair or unjust I will make a formal complaint. If I get a bad meal in s restaurant I will send it back. My working life is advocating on behalf of other people and challenging social injustice.
When your husband goes to prison, all control is took away from you.
My husband has been in Cat D Prison for 9 days and we have had just 2 phone calls. The kids haven’t spoken to their dad for one 9 days and the other 10 days.
There’s been trouble with his phone pin. I have complained, he has complained.
There is so little we can do.
I just want control back of our lives.
After the knock 