More or less the conversation SH and I had last night. I wanted to talk about the emotional impact of bigamy and some of the logistics and who SH would marry if he could add a second wife and would it mean that life would be easier for me or harder for me.
Me: So the premise of this book is that the man, a Stanford physician, has three wives.
SH: Three wives? How did he do that?
Me: With the approval of his first wife. She said she would never divorce him but that he could have affairs.
SH: But with the marriage license. Don't they check?
Me: I don't know. I thought they asked on our marriage license if either of us were married.* But three wives! Can you imagine?
SH: So he lied on his marriage license?
Me: I guess. And then he dies! And the wives meet each other!
SH: That's perjury, isn't it?
* And now I am remembering that not only did they check, but SH also had to show his divorce decree. Used husband, etc. But I married so late that my grandmothers' and mother's lack of desire for a divorced son in law was subsumed to their wish just to see me damn married already.