They met at the Rockefeller Center in New York City. They were both visiting their families for the holiday season. When they saw each other, it was as if everything that was so wrong with their world would just melt away. They soon fell in love. As the years passed by they would share many memories together. He proposed, she said yes and they were on their way to living the American dream. She thought she would have the perfect life she had always dreamed of. Guess again sweetheart. Her husband started coming home late. He blamed work for his total lack in social graces. He stopped spending time with her, all he would do is go out and get drunk at a local pub. She would cry incessantly, all alone in her bedroom while watching some sad movies.
How could this of happened? Was marriage the downfall of their wonderful relationship? She wanted to know what she was doing wrong, she really did. The poor man kept telling her that she was fine just the way she is. He never got why she was being such a pain, such an emotional burden. Then it hit her, he was with someone else. Secretly, shamelessly, unabashedly. Why would he lie to her face? She saw him with that other woman at Grand Central. He was waiting for her. The New Year was just around the corner and it seems he was ready to celebrate twice. Nice going.
She was furious! Blinded with rage, she raced home by taking the subway and a taxi. She entered their pent house and waited for him. When he finally arrived home, late once again, she asked him what he wanted for dinner. He replied with roasted turkey. She got up and went in the kitchen only to get the very thing that will kill him. With a firm grip on the rock solid turkey that was kept in the freezer for weeks, she walked up to her sneaky little bastard of a husband and gave him a blow to the head with so much force that he fell on the floor only to lie there motionless. He was dead. Dead like the love they once shared.
