Thursday, September 23, 2010

Taking Out the Trash

Taking Out the Trash

I shot him to stop the stalking.  It wasn’t that I wanted him dead.  I couldn’t stand the tension, the fear of his constant presence no matter what I said or did.

Yes, we had sex.  It was nothing meaningful, just something to do on a hot afternoon.

He didn’t see it that way.

It looks like I’m going to be here for awhile.  Please, you have to take care of my kids.  Tell them I love them.  Tell them I never meant to leave them.  That judge, just like a man, didn’t see the shooting as self-defense.

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