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… Time. You never get it back! 

I cannot believe how quickly time is going to be fair, I also can’t believe how different I feel now compared to the last post. It just highlights once again how much this journey is a mad roller coaster.

Although I have ate junk food and I haven’t managed 100 days (I did 6 then Easter Sunday happened) I have been monitoring my calorie intake and training well. I have had various comments this week about how I am ‘looking well’ .. I am feeling better but I know I need to up the game. To be honest though studying and completely depriving myself from sugar AND sex is far too fucking hard. I figured I have 4 weeks after exams until Ibiza and there we can go in strong and carb and sugar deplete.

I still haven’t been to see my man , 5 weeks on Sunday or is it 6?! I got a letter today, it reads the same as the previous letters and to be honest it’s getting tiring. So so tiring, and draining. I am sick of reading these words, hearing him tell me these words …. I just need him here now to prove it. Because boy he has a lot to prove. I went out on Easter Sunday, had an awesome night with my girl but it ended with boys. Hands up! What can I say. They were not from round here and I stopped it before it really started but I still feel like I ‘cheated’, I woke up with regret that I even considered seeing him but then the regret passed. I felt fine. The sun was shining, I felt happy, content, pissed off with myself but what is done is done. I also gave my number out to a local boy who I have arranged to see tomorrow. It’s wrong , I know it is but I am fucking lonely here. It’s Friday night, I will spend the evening studying. Yes I will! Then tomorrow I am back at work and could do with some company, is it so bad ?! My fellow prison wife confided in me how she has been seeing someone else for the past 9 weeks!! Whatttt?! To be honest I don’t blame her, if I didn’t have uni to keep my focus I can honestly say I wouldn’t have been so loyal. I should book to see him, but the time it takes and the money it costs makes it not appealing in the absolute slightest. He has hardly commented about not seeing me, in fact he thinks time is going quick too. I dunno, I want us to work. I do. I do believe the fact that no man will ever love me like he does but what will happen in a years time when we are in each other’s pockets. I was looking yesterday at houses for us both and I think that should be our first aim. Start a fresh give our relationship a proper chance.

I need some food, and then I’ll get my books out, should do some tidying up too. Plus I didn’t manage my run this morning as there was so much traffic I ran out of time. I swear not enough hours in the day!!

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Its been a while…

.. still here though. Still plodding on, still wasting far too much time playing candy crush and still thinking ‘oh my gosh I have got fat.’

Today is day 3 of no junk food, its no way near as hard as diets in the past but these first few days have been tough without the sugar to keep me going. Day 100 is the day of the ibiza pool party and I am determined I will feel fab! Soon, when the weather gets better I will go gluten free too which would have been stupidly hard if I had done all that this week. I am too tired to write too much this evening, I should have gone to sleep at 7pm in all honesty and now its gone 10 I really need to start and try and sleep. Last night it was gone midnight and I was up before 8 unnecessarily. The job I have been on the past 2 days has been very tiring although very short days the walking has been excessive, although this is good for the weight loss.

I have been feeling pretty positive regarding the future, even the near future… it is now April. Time is going quick and I love my gorgeous boyfriend more than ever. I have not seen him in nearly 3 weeks, I miss him, but I have just been too busy. He understands, he loves me too and we are both super excited about our future together.

Now it is April it is time to be serious regarding study time, exams are NEXT month. So although I panic about not having enough work, equally its a good job so I can really get in some proper study time…. and on that note, tomorrow I will start just that 😉

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So over February !!

So tomorrow is probably my most favourite day in February. Fat Tuesday! Fat Tuesday is the single girls Valentines Day. I can eat and eat and not feel too bad about it. Saying that these past couple of weeks I haven’t stopped eating. The scales however have been my friend it’s just the wobbliness I need to work on. My man is getting big, I can see it through his shirt, feel how toned and sexy he’s getting. Craving the day I can see it and touch it properly. This means work though, being 7 years his senior it’s something that will always keep me on my toes. It’s good pressure though, I like it.
Yeh yeh I know, bit different from my last post, but I’ve seen him twice since then.. Had a night out (which really wasn’t all that) and realised the man is besotted by me. It’s all good.
Day in the library tomorrow, I’ll be taking some goodies with me to keep me going and celebrate my last day of chocolate, crisps, Dr pepper and bread!!

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What is happening?!?

Tonight I actually feel like I cannot be arsed to be in this stupid relationship. My life on hold, for what! He never cared this much about me before, why has it taken this to make him realise? He only loves me as much as he does because of what I am doing for him. Standing by him on his dumb arse mistake, sitting in on a friday night just feeling miserable and cannot wait to go out next weekend to get dressed up and get that male attention I love. WTF is this!! Do I even want him home? Always here? probably getting on my pissing nerves. Argh feel so angry. I booked Ibiza this morning, going in July. Why should I go without a holiday because of him? 2015 I still need to do what I need to do to enjoy myself. I’m organising a birthday party for my 30th in November and he can’t even be there, how fucking pathetic is that?

What put me in a bad mood? His phone call! He phones me quickly before a ‘visit’, yep his mum had booked for today. I have nothing to say to that woman, my respect for her has gone. She can say all she likes to him and I won’t be surprised if she comes between us, after all won’t be the first time. His cousin did that plenty of times before! I think I just need some sleep, maybe I will feel better in the morning.

I’m not counting on it. I might not even go on sunday. Whats the point?! He’s had a visit this weekend after all!

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People are so f’ing weird!!

There isn’t even a better suited titled topic for this, I’ve had it go over my head a few times and it still doesn’t make any sense. So after the last post regarding the mother of my incarcerated boyfriend, she had contacted me last Saturday night. A week after ‘the’ conversation, Just for a chat and she was pleasant to me. Even commented about how ‘me and him’ are always welcome, almost like it had registered that I’m here to stay. Progress!
Anyway I spoke to my boyfriend in the week for him to tell me that his name wasn’t down on the visits board therefore left him to assume the visit wasn’t booked. I text his mum because any ‘normal’ person who had booked a visit would find that piece of information slightly concerning and surely would want to contact them to put it right ?!? Well no , she waits until the morning of the visit to reply saying ‘hey, they have my contact details so I’m sure if there was a problem they would contact me, thanks.’
Ooook , far different once again to the xxx and nice messages i’ve had previously. I replied saying how I was just concerned as didn’t want her to go all the way and it not be booked. I had no reply! I later find out from my best friend (who lodges with her ) that she didn’t go because his grandma wasn’t well!! WTF?!? Sorry What the ACTUAL fuck! So I don’t go and people don’t bother anyway! Why didn’t she go without his grandma ?! Also if this visit was booked and they didn’t just turn up, he would lose a visit surely! I feel so fucking mad with her! The selfishness that she could just do that and not even talk to me about it?! Fucking bizarre!! I don’t think the visit was even booked but why lie?!, it’s pretty obvious from what he had said about the visits board and the fact she just thought it was ok to not turn up. Did she not think her poor son would be waiting to see her ?! Shocking!! Shocking behaviour! I have no more to say to her. I will book visits whenever I want now! He isn’t interested in seeing his dad, far different to her view of ‘he can’t wait’ and I believe this was done to spite me! I know he will have my back and I know he wants to see me. She had her chance of me being nice! No more! I hate that I can’t just talk to him about it. It is one of the hardest things to deal with when your partner is in prison. We take for granted out here how when something happens we can contact the one we love and talk it through. This life you kinda adapt to just waiting and sitting on it. It doesn’t get easier , you just learn how to deal with it better.

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The mother in law !!!

ARRRRRGGGGGHHHHHHHH!! This sums up my frustrations. I have already sent a voice note to my friend telling her about my day which did make me cry when I was briefly explaining the events of today!

OK so… I may have explained previously how I was disappointed with his mother over the christmas period, and how she did not reply to me when I asked how he was after she had visited. It was really important to me as I was panicing about something and I felt it was really out of character to not reply to me, and then when she did I get a ‘yeh thanks’ as I had asked if everything was ok. Rude? No? Well I took it that way and so over christmas pretty much left her too it. Especially after a couple more ‘off’ texts. Today she texts and says ‘I haven’t heard from you, have you just been busy?!’ So basically passing the buck on to me. I ALWAYS reply to her so this was silly. Anyway I didn’t rise to it and was pleasant. She then rings me an explains how she had a letter from him saying how she was keeping her self to her self and ignoring me, and so she wanted to clear things up and hope everything was ok. I didn’t lie, I told her that I felt that weekend she was off and to which she apoligised. I’m not about to get into a bitchy slanging match so I accepted the apology and we move on. She starts talking about his dad, and how he is now wanting to go see him! I am pleased, genuinely but I did say I thought he was out of order for disowning the poor boy like the way he has. Apparently his mother however understands why he did it, ‘he was angry’, how they are his parents and she understands that they have both tried everything to stop him from breaking the law. I’m sorry but shit happens and if my daughter ever landed her self in there i would NEVER turn my back on her. EVER! I then go on to say how I have started seeing it as somewhat as a positive. I explained that if he wasn’t, we would have broke up because of how bad he was when he was doing his illegal activity. I made the comment that we are now stronger than ever and how he idolises me and that this is wasting a year of my life afterall too. Well that was a wrong move. She felt the need to explain to me that she will ALWAYS be his mother, yes yes I understand that. That was the first blow. Next it was ‘you’re not both thinking of tying the knot are you?’ I took it as a joke and laughed asking why she thought that. She wasn’t joking! She then went on to make it very very clear to me that he was too young to be settling down, to have babies, to get married etc and that he really needs to think about what he wants in life. Looking back why was I so calm about this?! She is basically implying that I could potentially hold him back. I feel fucking shit! She kept going on about qualifications and university. Why is that so important? I’m 29, I have a degree yet I have only just decided what I want to do. That’s life. What’s the rush? My sister never went to university. ALL my close friends never went to uni does it make them any less of a person? No course it does not!! Relationships and love is far more important. She mentioned how she always chose intelligent men to be the father of her children but joked how they had been rubbish fathers. HA! Well I put my point across on that one, I much would rather a decent person and father than someone who brings in all the money. She somewhat agreed. This has clearly been the problem and I fucking knew it. She’s suddenly protective over him, doesn’t want him to be ‘tied down to a woman.’ Why can she not see that I want whats best for him too? I’m not some silly girl who will try and trap him and in fact without me where the fuck would he be now?! He often tells me I’m the one who keeps him going.

It got worse! The subject of visits. She asked how many he gets and then said ‘so in february is it ok if its just family?’ WOW! Just WOW! How can she not see that that’s not offensive. I’ve been the only person to stick by him fully through this whole fucking thing and yet february I’m being pushed out. I explained that the 14th he had wanted me to go and she did agree that I should go then but it’s still the principle, how dare she exclude me from ‘family’. I then get texts that are patronising telling me ‘he’s asked me to sort out visits for all his family,’ well whatever I’ll leave you all too it. That’s fine. On your head be it if I don’t go on Valentines Day!

It got me thinking though. I don’t want to be that person who holds him back. Maybe he should just go to his mum’s be tagged there and we take it slowly , or meet again in a few years time. My head is all over the place, and that was before I got called selfish by his cousin for not putting him on the visit tomorrow too. I mean what is wrong with these people? Why would I want to share my visit with someone who hasn’t so much picked up a pen to write to him.

I can just picture it, me being the mug picking him up for his town leave, he goes out to see his cousin and just treats me like a taxi. It won’t be the first time I have felt like a ‘drop in centre’ as I used to call it. Being on ROTL is going to be stressful I just know it. If he so much has a drag of a spliff or a sip of alcohol he will ruin EVERYTHING he has done. EVERYTHING! If he’s late , again RUINED! I’ll be the bad one again when I’m shouting at him or stressing because he’s not just been gone an hour. Even if he is around people smoking, that shit stinks he’ll be in trouble. Do I really want that stress? Do I really want the hurt of him choosing other people over me? I owe it to myself to not get so upset, not like how I used too. A crying hysterical mess because he was never around when I needed him. I tried so hard in educating him on how to do things right do I really want to have gone through all this for him to have learnt nothing?! It pains me to think of how it was before, am I just being dumb in thinking things will be different when he comes home. If tag wasn’t an option, could I really see him staying in every evening with me? Like grown adults should do? He barely spent an evening in with me before, and if he did he was on edge or I’d have his stupid cousin messaging me or turn up at my door.

I will speak to him tomorrow, but I have a lot of thinking to do. I don’t want to mother him he clearly has one of those who still looks at him as a child, but I don’t want to get my heartbroken again either.

Do these people reallllly think it’s easy being on my own on a friday night? No male affection in over 4 months? That affection I used to crave constantly, being single I had more sex!! What sort of fucking life is this??

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Chapter One

I have written stories, journal articles, notes, diaries since as long as I can remember, as I have already mentioned in a previous post. I have expressed already in this blog. I want to write a book. This blog is missing quite a bit of what happened before he was sentenced and a book needs a chapter one right?

It was April 2013, working as a self employed promo girl I had made myself unavailable for 2 weeks around this date. I had received a Jury Summons, a few months prior to this time and so knowing I would be needed in Court, going to work was not an option. The summons excited me, I’m not going to lie when I saw the envelope and after my first initial glance I had thought ‘what have I done now?’, but no it was nothing to worry about and in fact I felt pretty privileged to be included in such an once in a lifetime opportunity.

The case lasted a week and whilst many of the jurors moaned about the waiting around, the lengthy process and even the price of the food in the canteen. I soaked up every last bit of the experience and found it all so fascinating. Who’d had of thought a real life case would actually feel like you was on a TV set or something for latest Crime Drama on ITV. Quite a lot came flooding back to me, as I listened carefully to the Judge summing up and I felt that passion inside of me. I am no stranger to the law you see, I graduated back in 2007 with a Criminology and Law degree and I had also been a Special Police Constable for 4 years up until 2011. I assumed my law days were behind me, convinced myself it wasn’t what I wanted but no this was what I needed, this was where my heart lied. In the Court room! I did my research, applied to University and was adamant I was going to make my dreams come true. I can’t be a promo girl forever right?!

The day that is still etched in my mind like it was yesterday was Wednesday 30th April. The case I had been a part of the Jury for had ended and I was expected at the Crown Court that afternoon in case I was needed again. I was secretly hoping I found myself on something else, more time off work and I had already made the decision I wanted to get back into law on a serious level. The weather was picking up and in fact I remember this day being particularly warm. It was a typical morning as I got my daughter ready for school (who was 5 at the time), and I got myself dressed ready for the gym.

Well it seemed a typical morning.

I left my flat and walked to my car, I hadn’t parked it in the garage that particular night and so I hurried myself and my daughter to it hoping we wouldn’t be late for school again that week. Before I even unlocked the car I was greeted by an ex colleague and also an officer I knew on a personal level. I happily said morning not thinking anything of it, which was until he said the words ‘remember me? We need a chat’. My heart dropped. I remember feeling stupidly hot all of a sudden. My first thought was maybe something to do with the Jury Service. I had recognised the officer giving a witness statement afterall, I could tell he recognised me too, maybe I was in trouble for that?! The shock on my face made him quickly want to ease me, ‘it’s not you’ or something like he calmly said but instructed I got my daughter into the car before we spoke anymore. She did as she was told, my heart still racing. He was in plain clothes too, he had been waiting for me, this was all so surreal. How is this happening?!

…… 1am must stop there.

Night xx

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Sex on the Sex…. I mean brain!

It has been ridiculous today. I have been feeling better within myself, almost positive that this time is going so quickly anyway and I really don’t have the time to miss him anyway BUT this brain, sex, constant SEX thing is bad. Its been over 4 months. I think it was ok at the start, I was so numb from the pain of being so distant from him but every now and again it does attack me.

For a woman it’s not even just about the orgasm, that I can do myself. I wanna feel a body, that presence laying on you. Their hands wandering your naked skin as you start to wrap yourself around them, arghhh…. I can picture it so clearly its frustrating. How does one get over this? I had more sex when I was fucking single… I really did. I do not understand relationships that don’t have regular sex, the female may joke that they don’t like it, or they aren’t bothered. Well my friend, I’m no relationship expert but …. ‘something is wrong’ … hellloooo warning signs. DING DING!! For God sake, to hell with all your sexless relationships, I pity you. Jail should be like in america where you get ‘alone’ time with your inmate to maintain close relationships. They would probably find men would be less aggressive if they got themselves laid once a month, it’s enough to make anyone frustrated and want to cause fights. I’m surprised he’s coping as well as he is, obviously he mentions it in every letter but mainly comments on the future and what that holds. He even made a comment about how he gave a porn mag away in his earlier sentence, and how he hadn’t even had a wank in a while. This is coming from a man who it has been known to have sex with me in the morning before I go to work, I go to work and then he would need another wank before he got himself ready for the day. I wonder how we will both be when we finally get our own time, back to how we was I hope. One thing is for sure the lust and desire we have for each other is insane. On the last visit he said to me ‘how come you are all I can think about?’ I sweetly replied ‘that was my plan baby.’ 😉

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Pen pals

It 2:22am, I am not remotely tired. My brain ticking but for once not be for bad reasons.

‘Studying contract law whilst watching a documentary on death row and wondering if my incarcerated boyfriend would mind I had a new pen pal’ … This was my actual tweet.

It’s true, promissory estoppel was going way over my head. Even now all I remember is that it’s a defence for past consideration, maybe?! Who knows. I moved on to ‘intention to create legal relations’ much more straight forward. I stick on a documentary about death row and then start thinking of the women who I see on instagram #FreeMyKing .. I am also aware of how many relationships START on the inside via a penpal system. Obviously I am not out to start anything romantic but the idea of writing to someone on death row and given them something really had me buzzing. I found a website. I’m going to register. Why had I not thought about this before? The whole prison thing really fascinates me. How amazing to be in contact with someone sitting on death row. Not sure how my inmate would feel however but I write to him. I can write to another. Its cool.

Wish me luck

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Prisoners …. Open you eyes

The book I am reading and the conversation regarding the prisoner who died on new years eve has got me thinking about prisoners as a whole.

As of 19 December 2014, the prison population is 85,406.  In 2009 (according to the Guardian) 8,500 were former servicemen. The media and social networking sites will praise these men on a daily basis, yet they make 10% of our prison population. So for all you tabloid readers who see prisoners as nothing but scum, it’s worth rethinking isn’t it. Prisoners come from all walks of life, top managing directors who may have made a wrong decision could be in there for fraud, a lorry driver who took his eyes off the road for 1 minute could be in there for death by dangerous driving, or a vulnerable female who was used as a scapegoat for a drugs gang could find her self with a hefty sentence for possession of a class A drug. The majority are just like you and I, made a wrong decision in life and are paying the price. Ask yourself this, have you ever broke the law? Got away with it? Drove when you have been over the limit, looked at your mobile phone whilst driving or skipped a health & safety feature whilst at work. All these things are done daily, if they go wrong. You would be labelled a criminal or worse, a killer! A man was sentenced to 6 years in jail today for driving home from the pub, using his mobile phone then killing a 27 year old woman in a head on collision. Tragic. He deserves punishment of course, but this could have easily been anyone of us and he has a family who will suffer too. Now don’t get me wrong most prisoners crimes are of course pre-meditated but do these all make them horrible people?!  I know of individuals that have done a lot worse and spared jail, so before judging, think about this…. It could be you. It could be your son or daughter who you thought would never get involved in anything so illicit. It could even be your parent, your grandparent even, would you think of them any differently?

The next topic worth considering when thinking about the prisoners in our country . More than 70% of our prison population have a mental disorder.  Is it any wonder there are so many re-offenders? If you don’t end up in there because of a mental illness its quite likely you will leave with one. That’s how these people get so caught up in the prison system.  They don’t get rehabilitated, they get ill. As I have said I feel lucky that I do not have to worry about my loved one in there, he is pretty high spirited considering. It doesn’t mean I didn’t worry because my gosh I did. His dependency on cannabis scared me thinking he would turn to something harder, with it being a lot easier to get hold off than you’d think. Someone had died within his first week from a legal high and whilst watching a documentary a self confessed heroin addict admitted to getting hooked whilst serving term, and it being the first time he had even tried it. Worrying thought isn’t it? If you are worried about about your prisoner there are people to contact who are from what I have heard usually pretty good.