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A month after my wedding day, I was attending a conference in Toronto, away from my husband and our Peterborough, Ont., home, when a police officer came to my hotel room door. He told me my husband had been arrested the night before, charged with the sexual assault and kidnapping of two women. My shock was instantaneous and overwhelming. There must be some mistake! Then the officer told me that Jason had turned himself in to the police, so I knew there had been no mistake. I was devastated.
I met Jason Staples early in 2003 while volunteering at a restaurant for low-income patrons, where he was the assistant co-ordinator and chef. He was loved and respected by staff, clients and volunteers alike. We took an immediate interest in one another, and he soon asked me out. On our first date he told me he was on parole with a life sentence.
In 1988, a few months after his 18th birthday, Jason had killed his roommate.
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There was a similar story not along ago about a woman who married a paedophile who had a history of child abuse (and she knew), then when he was caught with CP she said she was so "shocked" because he promised he had changed.
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> Everything in my life was coming together: I was 30 years old, I had a job I loved as a high school guidance counsellor