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http://www.doublex.com/section/life/my-mother-married-her-prison-pen-pal
In 1996, my mother met and later married a man incarcerated in a New Mexico state prison, an inmate who began as her pen pal and ended up as her lover.
When Joe ogled the busty blondes in the pages of his biker magazines, she dyed her graying hair a hideous brittle yellow. Oblivious, she would prod me and my sister to take photos of her in the backyard wearing slinky slips from Victoria's Secret.
When my mother did finally marry Joe, her reasons were oddly practical. As his wife, the prison would be legally obligated to inform her if anything happened to him. She would also be allowed conjugal visits, an important rite of passage for two people whose intimacy transpired on pen and paper. She needed to know whether a young man in his 30s could find her aging body attractive; if he could not, then better to find out sooner rather than later. Once they wed, however, troubling details emerged. Joe confessed that he had lied about the reason for his incarceration. He had not been charged with vehicular manslaughter, as he'd said for the last five years; in reality he had been convicted of rape. She vowed to stand by her man. "He was just terrified to tell me, since he knew I'd been raped," she explained serenely. To her, it was evidence of his love and fear of losing her. I saw, on the other hand, a man who could easily lie for years to achieve his goal. And a woman so willfully blind that she never thought to check his record before.
We later discovered that he had another mistress, a member of his extended family. Then came the two additional rape charges, old cases that had been reopened thanks to new DNA evidence. My mother spent a good portion of her retirement savings on his lawyer.
When Joe finally got out of jail in 2006, he moved into my mother's new house in Albuquerque, which she'd bought and fixed up for his arrival. Within four months, everything had fallen apart. Despite his promises, he refused to give up his mistress; my mother would find gas receipts from the days when he'd sneak off to visit her. The other woman she had unhappily tolerated, but his lying was finally too much. She moved out and filed for divorce. Still, I was furious that she should leave her own house, which she loved, into a tiny apartment, so that he could continue living there. She explained wearily that it was too difficult for a person with a prison record to be approved for his own apartment lease. Soon, even that bit of good will was extinguished—once Joe finished his parole, he stopped looking for work and he started doing drugs again.
As I write this, he is back in prison for assaulting his first wife.