After we married, I found that he thinks he's God's gift to women.
He slept with my best friend, my sister, my boss's wife. The last one got me fired--my job was the last worthwhile thing I had.
This evening I pointed my .22 pistol at him and marched him down into the basement. He's so taken with himself that he showers twice a day; a cleanliness freak. Not anymore. I've locked him in with no food or water. First he'll suffer from not being able to bathe--then starve and die of thirst. A fitting death for him!
He slept with my best friend, my sister, my boss's wife. The last one got me fired--my job was the last worthwhile thing I had.
This evening I pointed my .22 pistol at him and marched him down into the basement. He's so taken with himself that he showers twice a day; a cleanliness freak. Not anymore. I've locked him in with no food or water. First he'll suffer from not being able to bathe--then starve and die of thirst. A fitting death for him!
