what brought him to this placeshe wants to forget---doesn’t matter,didn’t matter, because she stoodby her man when it happened &he had been a great manon the outside, he had been everythingthat she needed & she thought thather search was over---so close to happiness she began totaste it in the air, every morning,so close to a simple peace, she actuallybegan to believe that it was possible.the final straw, the last “offense,” theone that landed him inside for a long stretch,this changed things, to put it mildly---he had to work on himself, in order tosurvive, in his own mind, all for the sake ofher,all for the sake of what was waiting for himwhen he got out---because he had been toldthat he would get out---because, that is what they will tell you.and no matter how many statistics get thrownaround, no matter how many faces thatcame in & went out, through that revolving door,he thought he’d be the special case,the one that would do everything that he was told,the one that would begin to walk a straight linewhich would eventually lead to his own personal“promised land.”but every time she got up in the morning &looked in the mirror, the strain began to show,the time being served by her,days, weeks, months, they added up quicker thanshe thought they would & the conversationsthrough the glass, they just weren’t cutting itanymore.she knew mother’s who were serving time onthe outside with the fathers of their childrenlocked away &on the days when she felt the guiltiest aboutending it with him,she tried hard to think about what that must be like,having a third variable in the situation,a living, breathing, reason tosee it all through,but she had no reassurance that it would ever beover &though she wanted to be that loyal woman,that romantic movie love, who felt that there was somekind of pride to be held insticking out the strugglewith the one that she loved so much,she also wanted tolive her own life,despite any questions about what “justice” was,