My Wife and Kids

         As I got home from work, I knew today would be the hardest day of my life. It’s bad enough hearing that your wife and kids had gone off a cliff and having such an ass of a boss that he still wouldn’t let you leave just an hour earlier, but now I’d have to face the reality of it. My wife and kids were likely dead. If not dead, they’d suffer until they died in the hospital.
    I couldn’t face it, I wasn’t going to call the police or the hospital to find out exactly what was going on, I just wasn’t gonna deal with it yet. I went right to my bed and fell onto it. I turned to the side table on my wife’s side, and that’s when I saw it. There was a letter on the table, a thick one, neatly packed into the envelope. I looked at it, shocked to see that it had my name on the envelope, and so I grabbed and read it.
   
        Jason,
    We’ve been married for thirty some odd years now, a happy family with two children and the perfect suburban home. We have everything, we’re the American dream. We’re the quarterback and the head cheerleader who fell in love, settled down, and made a junky little town feel like home. For all these thirty years, day in and day out, hearing you tell me you loved me, loved us, wouldn’t know what to do without us, it has been sickening. I am appalled that you think you deserved any of it after what you did to me. Mr. American dream, happy home, head of the football team. You act like you don’t remember, like you have no clue what you did to me, but I know that you have it somewhere buried in that thick skull of yours, you remember.
    I’ve planned this, put up with you and our snot-nosed brats, done all of this for so long, and now it’s finally coming to fruition. Your happy days are over, once and for all.
    I’ve had to pretend for all of these years that I wasn’t absolutely disgusted by you, that I loved you even, but a woman could never love the man who raped her. In case you need a reminder, that night all those years ago? Homecoming? You were blackout drunk. I know that, but when you cornered me in the alleyway on my way home? I could tell. You’d remember, you had to. Nobody can do something like that and forget.
    I sure haven’t forgotten. Never, not even for a moment. You shoved me against that brick wall and had your way with me with no remorse and that moment will be burned into my memory for the rest of time.
    You’d think that after that I’d pressed charges, I’d get rid of you, I’d keep you out of my life, but you know what? That would’ve never worked. There was no physical evidence I could present, only the traces of your semen left on my skin. We both know how the law is. They’d have disregarded me, no way Mr. Football Star could’ve done something like that. No, I had to punish you myself. Never send a monkey to do a woman’s job after all.
    I know you’re wondering now, “How, why? What does this even mean?” Well let me spell it out for you. Your life is a lie. You’re sad and all alone with no meaning to anything. Your life is a lie, your children are the product of a lie, everything you know is a lie.
    I hated every moment of affection I had to fake with you. Every kiss, every “I love you”, every orgasm. Letting you crawl all over me gave me flashbacks and every time I had to stop myself from snapping your dick in half. Having your children may have been the worst of it. The only thing that kept me going all the way through the pain and disgust was knowing what it would all build up to. I dedicated my life to exacting this revenge and I can guarantee you that when those little demons went off that bridge screaming and crying and trying to get out, I felt a monstrous joy. Those little brats are out of the way, and now you know, and so there’s only one thing left to do.

    That’s where it ended. I had absolutely no idea what any of this was about. I was already sobbing at the horrible things written in her note and looked up to get a tissue, and there she was. She stood in the doorway with a demonic like grin across her face and a gun in hand.
    “D-Diane, what-” I sobbed, cut off by her lips meeting mine.
    Then she gagged. My wife. She kissed me, and then gagged. I felt nothing but shock when she put the barrel of the gun to my head. I couldn’t move.
    “You’re insane” My voice cracked.
    “Sanity is relative you rapist asshole.” She hissed then pulled the trigger.
    I stayed conscious long enough to see her pull the trigger on her own head, then there was nothing.