I married a prisoner for money while he was serving a twelve-year sentence — but after his conviction was overturned, he came to my apartment with a black box and said, “Now it’s my turn to be honest.”

It needed honesty.

Respect.

And the freedom to make your own choices. GetWriting Tools

I entered that prison marriage because I needed $2,000 a month to survive.

Three years later, I discovered that the most valuable thing I could ever receive wasn’t a share of a fortune—it was the chance to build a life that finally belonged to me.