I did it. They know I did. But if I run, surely I'd be caught. There would be nowhere for me to hide. But I had no choice. I had to. He literally begged me to. Though I knew he didn't want it. He shouldn't have taunted me. Telling me he still loved me. But after the nightly beatings and the cussing, fighting, and yelling, I got fed up and I shot him. It was his fault he made me. Yes and I admit it. He was never home anyway. So why put me through all that? If I didn't have to deal with it. And I didn't. I did what I had to do. He's dead, he's gone now. There will be no more problems. He is gone now.