Nicole Ledezma

At the end of the day baby, it’s always gonna be me & you! ❤️🥹 No matter what life throws our way, I know I got you and you got me! You’re my best friend, my safe place & my favorite person. I wouldn’t wanna do this life with anybody else! Me & you against the world, SUGA BOOGA! 🤞🏼❤️😘

Will you guys please report this account! It is not me!

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Since when did loving someone in prison automatically mean a woman has no self-worth?

It’s fascinating how quickly strangers will call a woman gullible, desperate, insecure, or stupid simply because the man she loves is incarcerated. You see a prison uniform and suddenly you think you know his character, his heart, our relationship, and what happens behind closed doors.

But here’s what I find interesting. There are women being lied to, cheated on, manipulated, disrespected, and emotionally destroyed every single day by men who are completely FREE.

Freedom does not automatically make someone a good man, just like incarceration does not automatically make someone incapable of being one.

And loving someone through difficult circumstances does not mean a woman lacks self-respect. Sometimes it means she knows exactly who she is, what she deserves, and who she’s standing beside.

You don’t have to understand my marriage. You don’t have to agree with my choices. But please stop confusing your assumptions with facts about people you’ve never met.

My husband’s circumstances do not define my worth, and your opinion does not define his.

You see a prison uniform. I see a human being. And that difference says a lot about how we choose to see people. 🖤

Visits with him 🖤

People keep asking why I’ve gone to see my husband two weekends in a row after such a scary surgery. My answer is simple. ❤️

He is my medicine. 🥹

There’s something about being wrapped in your arms that brings me a kind of peace no medication ever could. For a little while, the pain, the fear, and everything I’ve been through just seem to fade away.

Healing isn’t always about resting in bed. Sometimes it’s about being exactly where your heart feels safest.

And for me, that will always be right here, in your arms. ❤️

Only one week post op, and there was no way I was missing this visit. 🥹❤️ I knew my husband had been freaking out about me and everything surrounding my surgery. I knew he needed to actually see me, hold me, and know that I was okay. And truthfully, I needed that just as much as he did.

But this visit ended up being even more special than I expected. 🥹 I have my Mama Sue back in my life, and having her there with us meant more than I can put into words. And my mom finally got to meet her son in law for the VERY first time. ❤️

Seeing people I love so much all together, especially after everything I had just been through, was emotional as hell. And yes… we ALL cried. 😂😭❤️

Definitely one of those visits I’ll never forget. ❤️

I love this version of us. Wholesome, goofy, always being witty with each other, and never needing much to have a good time.

You really are my other half. My husband, my favorite person, and the one whose weird fits mine perfectly. 😂❤️

Today the room was packed. So many families, so many conversations, so much going on around us.

But sitting next to you, somehow none of it reaches me.

It’s like the world knows when I’m with you to turn its volume down.

A whole room full of people, and somehow you’re still the only person I see.

Maybe that’s what home really is.

Not a place.

Just the one person who can make a crowded room feel quiet. 🖤

Silence isn’t abandonment, and I think some people really need to learn that when it comes to adult friendships.

I cannot do friendships where someone gets mad because you didn’t “check on them” enough. I’m sorry, but we are adults. We have lives. We have families. We have relationships. We have jobs. We have responsibilities. We have our own problems, our own stress, and sometimes our own s**t quietly falling apart behind the scenes.

Being your friend does not mean I am responsible for constantly monitoring your emotional wellbeing. It doesn’t mean I’m going to notice every time something is wrong, call every day, ask what happened, or constantly make sure you’re okay. If you call me and I have the capacity to be there, I’ll listen. I’ll talk to you. I’ll sit through the drama, the tears, the venting, the same story for the 47th time because that’s what friends do. But that does NOT mean you are entitled to constant access to me.

And what really gets me is when someone takes a few days of silence and somehow uses that to erase all the times you WERE there. Suddenly none of that counts because you didn’t check in during the exact moment they decided you should have.

Sometimes I don’t answer the phone. Sometimes I don’t feel like talking. Sometimes I’m dealing with my own s**t. Sometimes my attention needs to be on my husband, my family, my work, or MYSELF. None of that requires an explanation or an apology.

If you need somebody, communicate. The phone works both ways. Friendship is mutual. But expecting your friends to constantly check on you and then getting angry when they don’t meet an expectation you never communicated is exhausting.

Maybe it’s because I’m getting older, but I need grown ass friendships. No scorekeeping. No guilt trips. No silent friendship tests. No measuring somebody’s loyalty by how many times their name showed up on your phone that week.

Sometimes your friend is quiet because they have a whole fu***ng life happening too. And realizing that not everything is about you is part of being an adult. 🤷🏾‍♀️