Lies of the Mafia Husband
Shortly after we said "I do," the Family sent my husband, Dario, down to the Mexican border.
He told me it was a meat grinder down there—cartel territory. where guys were zipped into body bags every day. He said he had to go—to expand the territory, for the glory of the Family.
He claimed it was too dangerous and that his enemies would paint a target on my back, so he wouldn't take me with him.
I believed him. I stayed behind in his old, rot-infested house in New Jersey, taking care of his bitter, spiteful parents. I spent my days and nights in the Family's moldy laundromat, washing bills stained with blood.
He told me he sent every dime he made down there to the widow of a brother who took