Here is the story about why I am WAITING for my husband to come home to me. When I was 17 I met a guy. He was a country boy in every way...he even introduced himself to me as John Doe. Later I learned his name was Mike and he kinda thought he would like to get to know me. (I won't tell you how the day I actually met him I was angry at men because one particular guy led me on and stood me up, and since I was mad I used Mikes arm as a punching bag, which led to black and blue marks and the his inability to play ball at church camp) He was working in the dining hall that year and one evening at supper as I went through the line he asked if I wanted to sit with him and his cousin in the evening service. I said YES, and his famous last words were "ummm, you'll need to sit beside me, because Wayne gets nervous around girls." I was sunk. My family noticed that my smile was 14 miles long and my head was so high in the clouds that it had moved into a different zip code than the rest of my body. Of course I told them why. We dated for a while...nearly broke up several times, and argued so bad you would have thought we were married.
Finally, one gorgeous day in June of 2001 Mike nervously proposed to me and at the age of 20 I was married on May 25, 2002. We argued less after we were married, and had a good marriage for the most part but one day, 2 years after marrying and 1 year after setting out to make our own life in Indianapolis Indiana all that came to a screeching halt. You see, my husband was guilty of a crime and soo6n he was taken to jail and eventually prison. He has learned from his mistakes and he has become a totally different person. He has been gone for most of our married life (since Aug 2004) but the time is nearing that he will come home to me.
