My grandparents have been married together for 45 years. Never in our family has it been colorful, conflicts with the law at the dawn. If not me, it's someone else. I have rarely visited my grandparents because I live far away from them, and when I'm supposed to go there is always something. One day I got on the bus and went to them. I go home, say hello to Grandma, ask "where's Grandpa?" and Grandma says "no." I'm surprised, I ask "what do you mean, where is he?" and Grandma is calm, but with sadness in her voice, "Grandpa is in prison". I've turned my eyes out, I look at my grandmother and I don't believe it. And Grandma "I didn't want to tell you anything on the phone, I was waiting for you to come and tell you in person". My dear grandfather, the only one, is in prison... I broke down. I couldn't, I didn't want to believe it. I ask my grandmother, "will you leave him after what he did?" and my grandmother says, "I didn't leave him when he had alcohol problems, I didn't leave him sick. I didn't leave him when he cheated on me. And I won't leave him when he's in jail. I waited 20 years for him, I spent 45, so what's 2 years. I love him over his life and I will never leave him."