My wild life with PABLO ESCOBAR

How could you sleep with that monster?” one of the victims of my husband, Pablo Escobar, asked me. “Were you a victim or an accomplice? Why didn’t you do anything? Why didn’t you leave him? Why didn’t you turn him in?”

Those questions are probably ones that thousands of people have wondered. The answer is because I loved him, and while many may find that response inadequate, the truth is that’s the reason I remained by his side till the end of his life, even though I disagreed with his actions and decisions innumerable times.

I met Pablo Escobar when I was just 12 years old and he was 23. He was the first and only love of my life. I married him in the church, believing that marriage vows are to be honoured. I was raised in a male-chauvinist culture, in which women were taught to follow their husbands without questioning.

I grew up being moulded by Pablo, to be his wife and the mother of his children, not to ask questions or challenge his choices, and to look the other way. I finished high school after having my first child, and from then on my life revolved