He ripped out the only thing that I had left. He took it and threw it out in the street, hoping for someone to run over what I treasured so much. No, it was not a necklace with a heart on it. Not the wedding ring I also treasured. He threw out my heart. He cut me open, hoping to make everything better for himself; but he can't get everything he wants. He can't get the house I paid off with my salary, or the neon green convertible that held everything I loved. It may not seem right but I don't always play sweetly.
December 1st
This may be the worst possible thing to do to someone, but I murdered my own ex- husband. He had it coming. When the police found out, all they had as a suspect was me. I ran in for some questions, already having the waterworks turned on. There was no question after deliberating that I had not killed my husband. ( Excuse me, ex- husband) At least, that is what the police thought. I may be coming to his memorial and burying; but when everyone is retreating into the church for the dinner I set up, I might just spit in his grave.
January 2nd
New Years went by so fast. I made resolutions, of course who wouldn't. I said I would visit my mother more often. Read one book once a month, and last but not least try not to use all of my husbands money up in one day. People who think I murdered my husband, which I did can think what they want. I will never be convicted..............
Goodnight....... Dear
