There he was, my sweet loving husband sleeping in his recliner with the TV on as usual. That stupid, stupid, chair that he just HAD to pick up. What a pathetic man. I couldn’t even believe I allowed myself to marry this swine of a human being. I guess it really was only a matter of time before I couldn’t take it anymore. My brother was right.

I thought about running away, but that simply just isn’t an option. I can’t run from my kids, and unfortunately, they can’t run with me. Their lives are here, their family is here, it’s just impossible to leave. This seemed to be the only option, and to be honest, it’s best for the entire family.

I looked down at divorce forms that I left on the table. I planned on handing these to him tonight. I peeked around the hallway at the stairs. The kids seemed to be fast asleep. I stepped closer to my husband and took aim with the shotgun that was shaking in my hands. I pumped the gun and my husband woke. He stared down the barrel of a gun being pointed at him by his wife.


The woman on the line answered the call, “911 what’s your emergency?”

“Yes, I uhh. I think.. I think my husband committed suicide.”

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