Ben loved me. Loved, past tense. It’s only been a little over a year since we got married. Back then he promised to love only me, and be mine forever.
He used to write me handwritten love letters, surprise me with flowers just because, and took me out to nice dates. But lately, it seems like he’s lost interest in me.
He doesn’t look at me as lovingly as when we first met, and he always seems so distant and preoccupied.
That’s when it hit me.
He’s seeing someone else! How could I have been so blind for all this time? Sneaking out of bed at odd hours of the night, clothing with odd stains on them, the “I’m too tired for sex” excuse.
All the signs were there. So one night, I followed him to see who he was seeing at these odd hours in the night. And sure enough, my worst fears came true.
There was my husband, with a younger, prettier woman. They were giving each other googly eyes and playfully teasing each other. My heart sunk to my toes. How could he do this to me, to us?
Over time, Ben got sloppier with hiding things. He would spend entire nights with her at a time and come back in the morning reeking of her smell and covered in her hair.
But the last straw for me was when I walked home from work one day to find them in bed together. MY BED, he had the nerve to bring her in to my bed…our bed. “Honey, I can explain!” he said.
I saw a box of half eaten Valentine’s Day chocolates with my name on them. Of course he would. I stormed out of the room.
It took every fiber of my being to not break down right there in front of them. But I managed to force a smile and say, “Don’t worry Ben, I understand.”
My sorrow turned to white hot anger. I stalked this other woman for days, biding my time. I finally found the perfect opportunity to confront her when she was alone.
“Hi!” she flashed me a smile and bragged, “He says he loves me, and we’re gonna be together forever.
” In a fit of rage, I grabbed a plastic bag and forced it over her head, I held it there and watched the life slowly ebb out of her panicked eyes.
Struggle as she did, but I was much stronger than she was. I waited until she stopped moving. I felt her pulse, nothing. I smiled, satisfied that the bitch got what she deserved.
Ben came home hysterical that day, “Kathleen! Oh god...our baby girl’s dead, I found her in the basement she suffocated herself!” he wailed.
I put on my most anguished face with tears streaming down my face as I comfort him. “I’m here for you Ben.” Yes, I thought, let’s hope the next baby girl we have isn’t as cute as this one was.