That was (kind of still is) my husband's name in the streets. He was given the name as a kid by some of the other kids in the neighborhood and it just stuck. And where he comes from, that name holds a lot of weight. That name also accounts for the majority of the trouble my husband got into.
To tell the truth, I am married to 1 person with 3 people inside of him. Jonathan, Jay Jay, and Ratboy! I can not stand RATBOY!!!
Now the weird part about this trilogy is that they all share similar loving qualities. But that damn Ratboy!!! He is something to deal with! In the beginning, Ratboy was on 1000!!! He was already a handful, but prison amplified it. This was his adjusting phase. It was a MESS!
That was the year my husband was sentenced to 27 years in prison. He was 18 years old.
This was the beginning of a phase I am now brave enough to label the "sympathy phase". My husband could pretty much get what he wanted from me physically and emotionally. I was there for every phone call, visit, letter, holiday, EVERYTHING!!!! I felt obligated. I didn't want to disappoint him. I was afraid to say NO! I didn't want to make him think I was leaving him hanging. But it got real hard REAL FAST!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO YOU JONATHAN STAPLES! This is the last birthday my husband will spend behind bars! A lot of “finals” to mark this year! Final Valentines, final birthday, final thanksgiving……….HE IS COMING HOME. 24 years of celebrating significant moments, now off to make new memories. It's only right for me to document it.