My Second Marriage ~ Part One

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I am writing about my second, third, and yes, fourth marriages and posting them here both for my feeling that it will be cathartic and because several members said they wouldn't mind reading about them. Well, here goes: Between my first and second marriages, I worked at the carnival and came back to work as a cocktail waitress for a couple of years. I was lucky to get a job with the local telephone company when I came back. A friend I had from my cocktail waitressing days had married her husband who had been on the run from the law and he ended up doing time. I remember the night it was on the news. I called her and she didn't believe me and would not turn on the TV. I finally got her to. She loved him and stood by him. She kept trying to get me to write to one of her hubby's friends. Out of curiosity I finally did. I was a bit surprised at his penmanship and how well he wrote. He told me what his crimes were. He had done a couple of robberies and we discussed how it had all come down. He wanted me to come out to the prison to see him. I found him interesting but didn't really want to go out to prison and was a bit nervous about being one-on-one with a convicted criminal. Finally, after several months of correspondence and getting to know him I did so. DCN was good-looking, masculine, and more intelligent than I had expected. We spent the next few months getting to know one another. I was quite the adventurer back then. I did a lot of things I am not really proud of. I brought in contraband for him to sell. We found ways to do other things and ways to have some intimacy too. He got me to do things I had only seen in the movies. We talked about getting married. I talked to my daughter about this and I took her out there to meet him at one point. He was very charismatic, spent time playing and she liked him. We three visited together for quite a while. It wasn't long until the warden asked to see me. His position was to clue me in on the negative aspects of DCN and ask why a seemingly nice, intelligent young woman such as myself wanted to marry this person. I was polite but defiant. This was an adventure for me and not him or anyone else was going to talk me out of becoming DCN's wife. Immature I know but prison life was something I had been curious about and I wanted to take it further, and see where this adventure led me. I was into it as well. DCN was a white supremacist and very instrumental in a lot of the brutality and ugliness that went on behind prison walls. The warden had tried to let me in on just how serious his dealings were but I still wanted to see where this would lead me and what I would learn about such a life. (Two more parts to this.)