Who Cares. NJ # 23

[Tera Destre]

Just leave me alone. Let me die quietly. I won’t make a fuss I swear to God. I am going to kill my husband. I think I will smile while I do it. Matter of fact I am pretty sure at this moment in time that I will definitely be smiling when I shove my dagger into those sexy abs of his and then twist it just so and like that.

Or maybe a slow poison. I’m sure I could get my hands on something like that pretty easily. I know plenty of evil people that would no doubt help me out if I asked them nicely. I bet I wouldn’t even have to ask them nicely since they are evil to begin with and they would give me something I could poison him with. I’ll sprinkle it on his dang blasted bacon is what I’ll do by golly!

That nice and crispy “But love I think it’s cooked just the way you like it.” bacon of his. And them blinking eggs of his. Grrrrr!!! I’m gonna toss them off the balcony is what I’m gonna do and he can just jump off after them if he wants to eat them so dang badly. That will be after I finish puking my guts up for the umpteenth time that morning because he brought the bacon into the room.

But my coffee. I miss my coffee. I love my COFFEE. I want it back. He must die. No wait maybe death is too good for him. He needs to suffer such agony as no one has ever suffered in the entire history of the whole entire world. Yeah! That is just what needs to be done. Suffer!!!

He must suffer but how. He wouldn’t really miss his bacon and eggs that much but maybe if I told him he couldn’t have any coffee either that might make him a bit testy too and then he would understand why I am feeling a might testy these days.

No that isn’t suffering nearly enough yet. But we will forbid him to have morning coffee too just in case that is enough. He needs killing. Oh lordy be but I love him far too much to even think of killing him and now here I go crying again. Oh, God this really sucks. Death it has to be. I have no other options.