Well, it started on the New York City subway, taking the train home from work. I met a man on the train, good looking, and he started a conversation. The next thing you know I started dating him then marriage. with Italian weddings in Brooklyn, New York you invite about 300 people .That’s the Italian thing.well I thought everything was going well. Until I found out that his family was what we used to call La Mafia .bought a house furnished it and it was nice . Living the good life.until one day getting ready for work,. My husband tells me he does not feel well and he’s staying home. around 12 o’clock in the afternoon. I left work early to give him the good news that I was pregnant. It was pouring rain outside. I was soaking wet I enter my kitchen removing my drenched clothing,. I’m in my underwear now. I noticed the bedroom door was slightly open.. I sneaked into peak and I found my husband having sex with another man. I was dumbfounded. Ran out of the house went to my mom‘s but I did not say anything. After a couple of days, my husband called and told me it was the truth that he was bisexual he would give me the house and anything I wanted as long as I did not tell his family being connected with the mafia it is a disgrace to be gay, especially 40 years ago. He told me if I was to tell anyone that he would kill me .today I find out he is deceased. I did not have his baby. He did not want one so life goes on.