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Look at me. Look at this place. I threw everything away. Was it worth it? You ask; I'm not really sure. Oh, Martha, you silly cow

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English Oral Coursework Look at me. Look at this place. I threw everything away. Was it worth it? You ask; I'm not really sure. Oh, Martha, you silly cow. John was never really that exciting and let himself go over the years. But, he was the father to your children and put a roof over your head. I guess I just got sick and tired of all the 'overtime' he was doing. Our marriage was seen as being 'perfect' and 'solid'. There was a man that always rode outside my street on his bike. He always went past at ten to eight, just as I clicked the indicator on my twelve year old escort to go left down the road. ...read more.

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I didn't really have it for the money but the company; people walking in and making small talk as they buy their necessities. The only reason I ever started this job was for the company. I had become ever so lonely since John got his promotion and completely uprooted our family. We were so used to everything. The two children left all their friends and used to be little angels in my eyes; always did what I told them. We even used to get up every Sunday morning and work together in the garden, all three of us. Now, because I left all my friends back where we used to live all I do now is mope around until my shift at the corner shop Monday to Friday ten till two, Monday to Friday. ...read more.

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Not that I believed bedding the secretary was classed as overtime. But, I knew a way to really get to him. I didn't even think it through. Oh, how I wish I had. The shed was unlocked off the padlock and on the window was ice. I only told the children that they were going on a little visit there to get some tools and help me in the garden for a while, just like old times. I explained it was a game went I tied the skipping ropes around their scrawny little wrists. I left to 'go and get the watering can' from the garage. That padlock was shut yet again for a long while. I was in automatic mode. Look where it has landed me. I'm classed as being crazy. What do you think? Wish you could have the 'perfect' life. You don't know what goes on behind closed doors. ...read more.

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