In the interest of full disclosure, you should know that I consider myself conservative. If you asked me to define “modern love,” I’d be inclined to point to my own marriage, now going on eight years with the pitter-patter of lots of feet around the house. Or I might tell you about my parents, planning their 50th wedding anniversary this year to celebrate a love that’s truly endured in sickness and health, for better or worse.
I’m fairly certain, however, that I probably wouldn’t immediately think of a divorced woman who falls in love reading poetry to inmates, marries a murderer, consumates her marriage in a trailer on prison grounds, has her second abortion, consumates again a year or so later, gets pregnant again, and then divorces her incarcerated, murderous husband because she thinks it’s time to “woman up and do this thing on her own.”
But, like I said, I’m a little conservative. Apparently a lot more conservative than the NY Times, which portrays the story above as a shining example of modern love. You have to read it to believe it…
[Read the story of modern love]