Their relationship lasted several years, but would eventually end in tragedy. All of that would change one night in mid-1981, when he met Wendy Chavarriaga Gil. To meet with his lovers, Pablo had the nerve to build an apartment camouflaged behind the stables, very close to the main house he also built several cabins in more remote areas, which they used to escape to even when we were there.ĭuring that period of nightclubs and carousing, I now know that Pablo had numerous girlfriends with whom he enjoyed a week or two, even a month or two, but never took them seriously. Of course, in addition he also had his business, which he always kept away from me. From the very start, he set out - and managed - to lead a sort of double life there: one with his family and another with his buddies and his mistresses of the moment. When we moved to Hacienda Napoles, a beautiful estate in the Antioquia region, it became the epicentre of Pablo’s new life. But the mix of money and power pushed us into a whirlwind that made it impossible for us to perceive the misfortune that was approaching.
The bonanza allowed me to finish my education, travel to many places in Colombia and around the world, and attend the best interior design and fashion shows in Italy and France, since my dream, which alas I have never realised, was to be a well-known and well-respected professional. Nobody from Pablo’s family was there either. My parents weren’t in attendance, much less my siblings. Our wedding was held at six o’clock in the Santisima Trinidad church in Palmira. On Mamy grandmother took us to the home of the bishop of Palmira, Monsignor Jesus Antonio Castro. I now feel immense sadness and shame for the enormous pain my husband caused, even as I mourn the agonising consequences his actions have had for my children and me.
Twenty-five years after his death, I have begun to review the memories of the people who suffered the horrors of the drug-trafficking war. I was even afraid that the most dangerous man in Colombia might hurt me if I left him. All for love.īut I wasn’t able to leave him, not just because of love but also out of fear, powerlessness and uncertainty about what would become of my children and me without him. I endured affairs, insults, humiliations, lies, loneliness, raids, death threats, terrorist attacks, kidnapping attempts on my children and even long periods of confinement and exile.
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