β Scribed by Ivy Symone
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
I would be lying if I said I hadnt ever wished death on my husband. I
was guilty. And I used to not feel bad about having those feelings. My
husband was evil, and most days I hated him. I used to come up with
outlandish schemes in my head to get rid of him without evidence coming
back on me. Ive watch Snapped many times. You had to play that shit
careful, or a jury wouldnt believe your word.
Ironically, now that
my husband Marcos Beauchamp was laid up in the hospital hanging on for
dear life, I kind of felt guilty about my vindictive feelings. Did all
of my hopeful wishes bring this about? I cant lie; a part of me was
laughing inside. Not a giggle laugh either. It was one of those deep
from the belly that worked its way up to the throat and came out
forceful like you had heard the funniest shit ever. Thats wrong; I
know, but you dont understand. This man has taken me through hell, and
it serves his ass right.
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