Journal of a Healthy Marriage
Married people can cohabitate for a certain period of time, sometimes even years, painlessly when you are in love. In the beginning and throughout your marriage to foster that healthy marriage relationship you go out of your way to please your spouse.
However, marriage is not easy. It is a continuous willingness to compromise and struggle until you are either too tired and beat down to fight back or one of you breaks and becomes a murderer. It’s no exaggeration.
" you know your in love when,
you cant fall asleep because
reality is finally better than your
The above quote is all lovey dovey and cute then without warning you snap - mentally you get tired of giving, giving all the time. You begin to question if all is fair and equally balanced in the relationship. Work, household responsibilities, finances, child care, in laws ... They all play a part on relationship stability.
Many of us don’t have what it takes to kill even if we secretly dream about it. We are soft. We see couples seemingly living in perpetual marriage bliss. Bull, I say! They have just found a method that works for them. Sooner or later that method has to be reevaluated or the criminal thoughts again enter your mind.
I have killed my husband in my dreams every year for the past 21. The beauty of it is I can continue doing it and haven’t been caught. I am too smart and always change my method of operandi. Resisting the urge to kill him is way too hard. So I wait until we both go to bed and then I move in.
I have killed him after a night of poker arriving home past the time he said he’d be home.
I have killed him after partying and drinking too much and embarrassing us both.
I have killed him for being too loud and waking up the kids.
I have killed him after repeated pleas of asking him to watch his language around kids.
I have killed him after years of picking up the plastic silver lining that he mindlessly unwraps from a cigarette box and drops wherever.
I have killed him after a sleepless night due to his snoring.
I have killed him after realizing he has lied to me.
I have killed him for not shutting up long enough to let someone else speak.
I have killed him for making bad personal and business decisions.
I have killed him for ruining our credit.
I have killed him for forgetting to take out the garbage.
I have killed him for indebting us up to our eyeballs.
I have killed him for ogling spring breakers.
I have killed him for not being able to say no.
I have killed him for defying common sense.
I have killed him for not caring about his health.
I have killed him because he annoys me.
I have killed him because everything is funny and a joke to him.
I have killed him for what I believe he is thinking.
I have killed him for always falling asleep on the couch in front of the TV instead of just going to bed.
I have killed him for always having to interrupt me and needing to be the center of attention.
I have killed him for eating so fast that it takes the joy of cooking away.
I have killed him for getting mad at me that I am mad at him.
I have killed him in his sleep over and over.
I wake up in the morning feeling refresh and renewed. I feel good justice has been served. The good for nothing got what he deserved! I of course make sure to discard all evidence, thoroughly wash my hands and sanitized everything squeaky clean. No blood, no body to dispose of. The perfect crime and marriage.
"like the tree needs the earth,
like the night needs the moon,
like the stars needs the sky,
like the quitar needs the tune,
my world needs you."
And so I ask “ Sweetheart, Would you like coffee or tea this morning?”
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