"You promised! Doesn't that mean anything to you?", her words rang in my head, "Don't I mean anything to you?". She had torn the home to shreds when I said I was leaving. "You can't just walk away from everything!", she screamed. "Do the words 'I love you' mean nothing to you? Lies, nothing but lies...I should've known better, you're not even a man! Texting me pictures of divorce papers at work? Real classy, you coward!" True, it was all true. I had wanted to leave for months now, but I couldn't work up the courage, I feared for what she would do. However, that was all over now, I wanted to find my own happiness. "I have suffered enough from this 'love' ", I began. "How do you think I feel the shame the guilt-" "What do you have to be guilty about? Unless of course...I was right." For weeks she had only been suspicious of the late work nights. She hadn't actually found me out. She glared at me, daring me to admit it, waiting for her paranoia to be justified. "There's someone else." These words were the careless truck the vulture had waited for and right now I'm the roadkill. That's when she took off to our room and came back with my pistol. I still remember that horrifying look in her eyes, the gun against her temple, tears on her face that forgot to hide, and then laughing. Oh the laughing. "Annie, stop!" "You're right, Andy, my darling. You don't love me, this will only torture my babies... my babies." After the divorce went through I would have custody of them and she would only get visits. My heart dropped as she turned around to walk to the kids' room. And then it was all a blur. I tackled her, the police came, she just kept screaming "I love you" until they took her away. Later she was bailed out by her sister and I decided to take the kids to start over somewhere. She had always been psychotic, no question about it, I had even loved her for it, but I broke her self-control. I brought out the monster in her, making her too much of a threat to my family. There's no room for her in my future. These final thoughts make me even sicker than before as I make my final remark, "I should've let her pull the trigger.", and I retreat to my apartment hoping to feel safe.
