Remember how he proposed? No ring. Just a horse head in my bed. Okay, that’s an exaggeration. Barely. It was a very expensive purse, but the message was the same: “You’re mine.” I thought it was romantic. Yikes.
Then came the wedding. He had his crew as groomsmen. They all wore the same dark glasses. My mom asked if they were from the witness protection program. I laughed. She didn’t.
The honeymoon? We went to Sicily. He spent ten days "visiting family." I spent ten days in a villa, watching the cook sweat over the sauce. Passion, thy name is marinara.
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Living with him was like being in a constant hostage negotiation. I’d ask, “Can we get a cat?” He’d say, “The cat sleeps with the fishes.” Always with the fishes! I never even saw a fish.
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He had rules. Never interrupt a business call. Never order the veal. Never look directly at Luca Brasi. Who is Luca Brasi? I never found out. He was just a shadow with heavy breathing.
Our fights were epic. I’d throw a lamp. He’d make me an offer I couldn’t refuse—usually a new lamp. But the silence after, that was the worst. Cold. Colder than a mafia funeral.
