“What do you want from me?”
She was a monster. You have no idea what it was like spending all day every day pandering to her every whim. When we first married, she was a little needy, kind of shrill, but not like this. Her hysteria and hypochondria were full blown by the end; she wouldn’t do anything for herself, get out of bed, even. Although she listened on the other side of the door when I was on the phone; I could tell. She was cruel too, constricting and soul crushing.
I was trapped; saddled with a life that made me miserable, and a wife who wouldn’t die. And I realized, if I fixed one problem the other would take care of itself. I didn’t just decide to do her in, it wasn’t that simple. It was hot that summer, brutal and smothering; and she was smothering. I had finally found a small ray of light in my life, a friendly hand to hold, a friendly voice on the other end of the line. I had actually decided to leave her, but she refused to accept it, yelled and screamed at me, called me names, insulted me, and eventually… well a man has his breaking point.
But even then I wasn’t a bad person, I had been pushed further than any man should have to withstand; and I had finally broken. After, I had to cover up, but I had never done this before; I made mistakes. Which meant I had to clean up those mistakes, which caused more problems. When I got the call from the witness I was already at my breaking point. I came to the obvious conclusion- I had come too far; I would take that final step and I would be free.
So I went, prepared to do what I had to; I could feel the noose around my neck and I had to escape however I could. I tried talking to him, reasoning, but I think I always knew where it would lead. I have no regrets, though. Because, although it didn’t work out how I had planned, I am finally free.