reneenclemon's Journal

Just having my typical BAD day.  Nothing seems to be going right.  Can't find a job.  Well, I have two part-time jobs, but it's not enough to handle the financial responsibilities I have.  I'm not a quiter, but sometimes I wonder will this ever end.  I haven't been the best person in the world, nor have I been the worse.  And if this is some form of punishment, when does it end?  I sometimes feel like a prisoner without the bars and fence.

Well it's been a while since I wrote anything in my Journal.  Things haven't  been going very well.  Oh, Clemon and I are fine.  It's work, finances, emotions, loneliness all those things.  Yet, by the grace of God I know "this too, shall pass".  I miss Clemon so much, he only has two more years remaining.  Which to me seems like an eternity.

Clemon didn't call as usual yesterday.  He had begun to call every Sunday.  I'm not too worried.  He'll write to explain what happened.  I look forward to his calls, because those are our dates.  Being the mate of a prisoner comes with many disappointments this being one.  As I notice other couples argue, complain, divorce, seperate, and so forth.  It teaches me lessons of how valuable relationships are.  For in the blink of an eye it could all change drastically, sight unforeseen.  Whether that change be through death or prison, both are quite devastating.  It's difficult being the mate of a prison, but it helps to know that soon he will be comeing home.