Dating incarcerated man
But in the spring of 2006, Justin came back into my life with a phone call from my mother.
This time, he’d really screwed up, my mom told me; he’d been arrested as an accomplice in a double murder.
Justin and I had dated off and on for years, and some part of me always believed we would end up married. I was quiet, studious, painfully shy; he was full of boisterous energy and crude jokes.
Our parents were close friends, and we’d grown up together. I loved his pug nose, his fiery red hair, and his teasing smiles.
His friend, a prescription drug addict, snapped one night and shot two of his dealers.
Justin said his friend turned the gun on him and demanded that he help bury the bodies; Justin was, in turn, arrested and imprisoned.
But I couldn’t quite find a way to fit in at school either, where one relationship after another imploded. I drank too much, drove too fast, worked too hard, and dated men even worse off emotionally than me.The summer after I graduated from college in 2007, I moved back to Delaware and drifted along the couches and floors of family and friends.