A Devil In Da Church House

"Mary Jane, I am tired of living this lie! I want a divorce!"

"You don't mean that!"

"Yes, I do, I have been feeling this way for years! You just keep convincing me to put up this charade like we are in a loving marriage! The kids are grown and out of the house, now it's time for me to move alone and I suggest you do the same."

"How can you come in the house of the lord to tell me you want a divorce; and of all places where I am at peace!"

"Nobody is here! Plus, you are digging in the God damn dirt!"

I stood to my feet and looked up to him. How could he use Gods name in vein like that? Inside of his house, how dare he.

"You are in Gods house, by his garden. You shouldn't use that language in here."

"GOD DAMN! GOD DAMN! GOD DAMN IT! How about that!"

I was so mad steam began to come out of my ears.

"We can talk about your behavior when I get home."

"Yes, you can talk about it when you get home, because I won't be there! I have all my things packed in the car. Have a nice life!"

I don't know what took over me. when he turned to walk out, I hit him behind the head with my shovel. When his body hit the ground, I repeatedly hit him over and over again. When I realize what I had done you would think I would be upset. I was more relieved to give him the freedom he so desperately wanted.

I cleaned up my mess and drove his car to the bridge and pushed it into the river.

"After 35 years of marriage, 3 kids, two side babies, 14 affairs, 6 Stds, and a trip to the hospital, you actually thought I was going to let you leave. You said under God til death do us part. Now you are Free!"

The walk home was long, the only shoes I had were the shoes I wore to church. They were white and had a small heel on them. Once I made it to the house, I took me a shower and scrubbed my body until all the dried blood and dirt was off me. while washing my hair I felt something hard and slimy.

"Oh, look here's a little of your brain. Should I keep it, or should I flush it down the toilet to hell where you are!"

I laughed to myself as I wrapped a towel around me and quickly flush the bone and flesh down the toilet.

The next day I woke up early to burn my clothes inside of the fire pit I had in the back yard. Once I was done, I called my daughter Penny. She was the youngest of my kids, her real name was Priscilla. My son was the middle child his name is Nickel, but his real name was Nicholas. Dime was the oldest and her real name was Denise.

"Good morning momma."

"Good morning baby."

"Why you sound so sad?"

"Well when I woke up this morning your daddy packed up all his things and left."

"What? Are you ok?"

"Yes, I am fine. You know he was always threating to leave, I guess this time he actually made good on his word."

"Daddy know dang well he a 55 yrs old man, don't nobody want him!"

"Well he is free now!"

"Do you want me and the kids to come over and cheer you up?"

"Nah that's ok I am going to the church today for Choir rehearsal."

"You and that church."

"Uh, Uh, Uh, I didn't raise you to disrespect the Lords place!"

"Momma that is a business and they are milking you for every dime you got!"