There is no regrets. I did what I had to. What any sane person would do. He had it coming. It was either him or me. I had no choice really. I promise, I didn’t.
I wish I could say that it was a quick pain free death, but it wasn’t. I guess it would make me seem less cold hearted. Like I didn’t plan on any of this. But my heart stopped being warm a long time ago. I spent time planning the perfect ending. I dreamed of the day I would be set free. I could almost taste it. That’s why it had to be done.
It was a prolonged affair. There was pain. There was suffering. I looked him in the eye as I ripped him apart. Bit by bit. He’d taken so much from me. The lies. The cheating. I finally reached the end of my tether. It’s not like I didn’t warn him, but I bet he didn’t see that coming.
Enough was enough. I would stop his laughter. I refused to be the butt of one more of his jokes. I tore him apart and I loved it. I killed “SAID”.
He is no longer with us. Along with his mates “It wasn’t me”, “I don’t know”, “I can’t find it”. May I rest in peace now. May my kids know to never bring up any of those phrases again. I may just lose my marbles…
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