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.