Desmond asked me to marry him. And he’s still in jail. It’s been a year. Still no sentence. No verdict. I hate your injury. I hate these lies that I told you. I want to marry you and only you. I want to go back to the end of our long marriage and say, “Look where we’ve come from. Look what brought us here. I love you so much baby. So much. Do you honestly, honestly marry me? Baby, I want this with you forever. Forever life with you. Only you. What would it be like to marry Desmond in prison? Feel like you are alone. Knowing that you are alone. This is the scary part. During courthouse hearings, the sheriff brings back the detainees. These are times when they are sitting on a hot bus with only bathroom breaks. But I’m always here to see him, just to give him a wave. Well, it’s a great day today. Yes. I know you come here often. And I thought maybe – let’s just take a little minute before we get in. Let’s just talk about what’s going to happen today. Today is a day of decision. The last two times we have been to have witnessed whether the evidence the sheriff’s department found on your fiancée as well as several of her co-defendants should be admissible. Law. So I hope today is a good day. And it determines that this evidence was obtained unconstitutionally. Whether we get a good or a bad decision, this business is not going to end today. Yes. Unfortunately, we’re going to have to set another date. OK And probably a trial date, and probably a pre-trial date, which allows us to continue negotiations with the deputy prosecutor in their office. OK Hope to get a good – an amicable resolution – Yes. – to the case. And I hope for a quick resolution. Because I know it’s been going on for so long – Yes. – with your families. So let’s walk together. And if you have any questions, again you know, let me know, okay? OK Alright, let’s go. Hello. Hello. How do I see myself? Attractive. Beautiful. Glamour. Have a happy glow out of me. With a cathedral train. Lots of lace. Detail. Pearls, diamonds everywhere. I want to be able to say that I feel happy. I am beautiful in this dress. I’m sexy in this dress. I want to be able to smile. Well, I was coming here to tell you on Saturday we’re getting married to Desmond. [mother] What? [screaming] Girl, why are you marrying a nigga in jail? What’s in that fucking Desmond that you married that fucking Desmond in jail? [grandmother] Kim, stop it. Please stop yelling. You can get through it better than your – [mother] Well, she just said she’ll marry Desmond in jail. [grandmother] What? Tell me again? [mother] She just said she’ll marry Desmond on Saturday in a fucking jail. [grandmother] It’s true? My heart is sad. Why? Because I love him. [mother, screaming] Because you love her? [grandmother] Kimberly. [mother, shouting] That’s all? If it was a real man, he’ll tell you, Alone, I’ll see you when I get out of here. Instead, you try to help him. You can’t even help yourself and your kids, trying to help Desmond. Desmond has family. Come on, alone. [grandmother] You have so much for you to do. Why? You know, love is – [mother] I have nothing against any incarcerated person. Crap happens to people. Life. I’ve dealt with this enough. I’ve seen enough of this. [grandmother] It’s a bad decision. What’s the point ? What will it do for all of you? What will it do for you? [on cellphone] When I lived as I lived, I didn’t even know myself. Myself. I hated myself. I grew up with hate in me for a long time. A long time. My teachers treated me badly – I was silent. I was smart. A very good kid. Hurt me like that. Then I became a bad kid. My life is so screwed up. Every year. Every year since I became a class clown. Combat. Layer. Do what I wanted to do. I don’t want to be without you. Yes, thanks for calling Cash Cow where we say yes. It’s Alone. Can I help you? Okay, we offer payday, which must be repaid on your next payday. We only offer the title if you have a clear and free title for your vehicle. You can get a title loan on it. If you’re looking for a personal loan, we don’t. It would be a finance company. You’re welcome, no problem. Without my mother’s blessings, it was like God’s intervention. Because on Saturday I was told that the manager refused our request for a ceremony. And I thought… now I have time to think. This system separates you. It’s designed, just like slavery, to tear you apart. And instead of using the whip, they use the mother’s time. They use the difficulties. They can’t hang you from the tree. But the experience itself is like when they used to hang people, but barely hang them and let their feet tiptoe in the mud, so they are constantly on tiptoe. feet and fight for their lives. It is a daily experience when you are an incarcerated family. You’re hanging on a rope, tiptoeing through the mud. I’m just trying to get enough solid dirt under your feet to live on. I keep thinking to myself, what would it mean to marry someone behind bars? What would it look like? Ten years oscillating between bars, gates, courtrooms and lawyers? I go to bed in the evening holding myself. Not to feel this body heat. Not to have that human contact. I have dreams that they will let him out. And then I wake up, smiling but still sad. Always alone. Still in limbo. And maybe that’s how it’s going to be for now. Held by time. Connected by love, and love alone. What we’ve become now, by the power of God, has kept us strong and free from hate, baby. I love you baby. You are my forever. My wife. Forever.