Jack ( written this for MadameLavender Comp "Married to a Monster")

 "It feels like just yesterday I just found the video tapes under the floor boards of our victorian home."

   May 17, 1976 the year me and Jack got married. It was a blissful day with the sun shining and birds chirping. The spring really shown that day for us. I knew since the first time we meet eachother, when I went off to college. I was only eight-teen years old all in 1971. It was love at first sight, so I thought. I can still smell his cologne and that meant he was planning on going on a bussiness trip. He usually was gone for a few days but was always happy to return home. He hit me from that night on, since we got married, he stated he owned me. I learned to adjust and he promised over and over he wouldnt lay a hand on me again with the fancy gifts he gave along with it. I knew I fell for it but I  loved him.
   One morning I woke up and he was already gone on his business trip and wont be home for few days, that I did know. I was piling up the laundry I folded in the basket and I walked up to our bedroom to put away his clothes . He had a walk in closet, and thats the only time I was allowed in it. As I was walking out I noticed a little side piece of the floorboard was loose. So I bent down to fix it and got a bigger surprise when I could remove that piece and see that there was a nice size space for two shoe boxes to fit. I pulled them both out, with me being curious and scared. My body was shaking. I pulled the lid off the first box and found video tapes labeled with dates on each. I got up and walked over to the cassette player and slid the video tape in and it was my husband with a woman having intercourse. What came next was shocking, my husband choked that woman to death and I quickly shut it off. I walked over to the second box and lifted off the top and found ID's of women from all over from different states. Then I knew my husband wasn't who I thought he was. So I went to the night stand where he keeps his .22 caliber for intruders and I waited.
   I waited for him to return home that day , with a handful of roses to give me. I sat there with the .22 caliber pistol and the two boxes, contemplating. How come I didnt notice? After so many years it went on for. I didnt even know him and we created what is now living inside me. Now it's his fate that has come. Like I knew,  he walked in with roses in his hand, all proud, with a smile on his face until he saw me sitting there in the living room. I knew he was shocked, his smile faded instantly but I pointed that .22 caliber without hesitation I shot 9 rounds into his chest. I got up and walked over to his body that fell to the floor and shot the last round into his head....and that one is for me carring your child.  

LIFE IS A JOURNEY