
Barbara Kuklinski had been happily married to her husband Richard for 26 years when policemen spilled out of unmarked police cars, threw open her car’s doors, and thrust guns at her husband’s head.
It was a flurry of inexplicable, unrelenting chaos. It was the week before Christmas in 1986, and their sleepy street in Dumont, New Jersey, had erupted with foreign noise. The couple was on their way to breakfast; the cafe they frequented every week.
“If he never had to leave the house he would have loved it. He hated to travel, he hated to go away. He came back as soon as he could, he wanted to be home all the time, he wanted to be with us all the time,” she would explain to the Conversations With A Killer documentary crew five years later.
“We were perfect. My children were never in trouble – we were perfect… I mean, we had what seemed to be the perfect life, they were wonderful times.”
Well, not everything was perfect. The lives the pair led with their three children – daughters Merrick and Christin and son Dwayne – were gentle and quiet, except in the moments the patriarch was challenged. Richard’s volatile temper was something Barbara referred to as “Jekyll and Hyde”; when he wasn’t a doting dad, he transformed into a cold and hard man. Another decade would pass before Barbara would tell journalists her husband broke her nose on several occasions.
His career as a businessman had seen them transition from a life of endless bills and struggle to one of middle-class affluence. While the details of his work were never shared – Richard strictly kept the office and family separate, never introducing a colleague to his wife – Barbara knew not to ask questions.
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I find that statement really hard to accept. More like, it took me 26 years to stop being in denial and face up to the fact that my husband was a monster. In the meantime, I was happy to shop at Bloomies and have a dream home and disregard my husband’s unexplained absences and ferocious temper. I feel very sorry for her, especially as a victim of DV, but really, surely she suspected in some level?
That's a good point, TwinMama. Granted, the man was clearly evil, but she acknowledged that when he got up at 2:00 a.m. she NEVER questioned him, that it was just "the way it was." That is another way of saying, "I chose NOT to ask the obvious questions." Her comment that you only knew what he wanted you to know and never dared to ask why he was leaving or where he was going . . . . again, that is saying that you were a willing participant in your own deception. I'd be curious to hear their children's experiences & perspectives on things. He claimed to have adored them, but still . . . . when you are okay with breaking their mother's nose & ribs & causing 3 miscarriages, I'm not so sure you were really that doting father that you claimed to be!
Yep. It’s called “wilful ignorance” - not asking questions in avoiding something you suspect.