Being a used car salesman in my opinion wasn’t that great of a job, but to him it was his dream job, he was so depressed when they gave him the sack it was as if he just lost being president of the United States. He then stopped taking me out on weekends which was understandable with hardly any cash coming in however he then started giving me the cold shoulder. I tried to make him happy as much as I could, I would remind him about the great times we had and the jokes we made but he’d just give me this harsh striking look then say “that was then and this is now”, I would just leave him and think it was the whole losing the job talking. Day by day it got worse and day by day I did more and more of work, I then thought this went far way too long and on top of that he didn’t once look for any jobs, he was either home sitting and munching or out coming home late, it was never like this before. It came to the point where I did everything, I did the cooking as usual, during the process I would also clean the kitchen, the bathroom was sparkling, and the pillows were plumped, everything from the tiniest object to the biggest was shining like a diamond, the whole house was screaming at me “stop cleaning me, how clean do you want me to get”, and all he did was watch me if he was even there.
Instead of taking me out on weekends he replaced it with bringing a bunch of men over to our house to play cards and smoke cigarettes. Our communicating skills became as thin as a thread, he would just tell me what I had to do for him, he treated me like a slave. Our relationship was far from hitting rock bottom, I tried to tell my mum how his behaviour had changed drastically but she chose to be optimistic and just told me that “things will get better soon don’t worry”, I had enough and knew I had to say and do something. I trampled down the stairs quickly and felt a bit nervous, I looked around and saw him half laid on the sofa with a can of beer in his hands watching a football game. I slowly walked up to him thinking of all the possible responses he would give me, maybe he just doesn’t find me attractive anymore or as fun as before or maybe he’s seeing someone behind me or it could be that he somehow may of turned gay, I just didn’t know why he changed so dramatically my head was about to explode with all the ridiculous ideas that were flowing through my brain like an electric current.
I went and stood right in front of the TV, he didn’t even notice I was there and just raised his hand as hand movement of telling me to move out the way, I ignored and turned the TV off, now this grabbed his full attention. I started talking “what’s happening to you, where’s the ‘great’ husband I once knew and joked around with and why has he replaced me with a bunch of men, have you forgotten all the fun times we had and how we’d laugh till we cried, nowadays you don’t talk to me or even look at me, why…..why are you doing this, am I too boring for you or is there someone better?” the whole time I spoke he just looked at me with no facial expression and was silent , I then screamed “ANSWER ME….!!!!” He slowly got his fat bum off the sofa and with all his strength he raised his hand and hit me, this happened in a split of a second, I fell flat to the floor and all I herd was a mumbling sound that said “you asked for an answer, there’s your answer”. I felt the thumps of his footstep leave the house, so I got up feeling a bit dizzy and happened to accidentally be facing a mirror, half my face was lit up like a Christmas tree. I thought of calling the police but then thought I had to deal with him myself. Without having time to plan anything he rampaged through the door and started shouting my name, I felt a bit scared it sounded like he was going to kill me. He stormed in the living room as fast as a tornado and saw me standing there, he stomped his way to me and grabbed me by the neck, pushed me against the wall and started saying “what have you been telling your mum about me” I started choking, my legs were slowly lifting off, I was struggling for air when I slowly looked around and grabbed a vase and smashed it on the head with all the strength I had in me, his hand flung off me as if he just realised I had a skin disease and he fell straight to the floor. He looked dead with blood surrounding him, his eyes were wide open, I couldn’t believe it I had killed my husband and I couldn’t care less, surprisingly I was very calm and at that moment I made the biggest decision of my life. I felt a huge rock was removed from my back. I walked out and never went back.
