Love Story Calamity

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Horror  |  House: Booksie Classic
A work in the making, this is the beginning of a short story. It shows two sides to a couple and allows a reader to chose what they think happened.

Submitted: December 08, 2008

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They say love is rare, love is blind, and love is forever… They failed to mention that love is confusing, annoying, and compiled with all sorts of complications which can inevitably lead a person to a crazed and demented outlook towards ones life. It seems to me that this “love,” almost isn’t worth it. It’s not worth the tears, the agony, and the disorder which only seems to be the outcome for me. Maybe it’s not him, maybe it’s me. Or maybe it is him. It’s definitely him. He sleeps next to me in this bed which is the only thing that ties us together anymore. He is so stolid in his ways, and silent tension develops more and more as time passes. What is he thinking anyway? What goes on in that head of his? Each and everyday is no different than the last. Get up, shower, drink coffee, read the newspaper, go to work, come home, cook dinner, and wait for his arrival. He is late, and it’s to no surprise that I won’t be seeing him until I am in the state of delirium so late at night where it is not even worth the effort to put up an argument. I am too drained, physically and emotionally. I always was passive, and always did hate confrontation. Yet to be at the point where I can’t even begin to say what I have been thinking is more so disturbing than sad. I have kept this inside way too long now, and it’s finally time to do something. I can’t just sit here and rot away, prisoner of my own fears towards I don’t even know what. What’s the worst that can happen? I call him out, he either admits or denies. Either way it goes, I generally know what will follow. I leave and I am alone again. But I am always alone anyway. What’s the difference whether it is physically with or without him? 

 

Why did I marry her?  She is wealthy.  That’s about it.  She’s just not fun at all.  I figured marrying her for efficiency would be fine and love and happiness would follow.  I figured she would grow on me.  She is growing on me, but not the way in which I had hoped.  She grows on me like a cancer, annoying me more and more as time passes.  Never has someone been so irritating just by being themselves.  I feel sort of bad because she doesn’t even try to bother me.  It’s just her.  I never really did open up to her when before we got married, and I don’t regret it. It helps to ease the pain that I may go through in performing this act many find so horrifying. But Mary makes me feel so different than her. It’s scandalous, yes, but maybe by doing this I can make everyone happy. I will put an end to my wife’s misery, and erase everything. Yes, that’s what I’ll do. To end a life, what a sin, but to begin a new one with a new person, what a concept. Is it worth it? I have to do it. I will formulate a genius in depth plot. I will cease her life just as she has tried to do to me. I will make it seem as though she has done it herself, and flee to Mary. No one will ever know. No one knows now what I have to go through everyday. Once she is out of the picture, I can finally work on bettering my life. I could just try and talk it out with her, but alas we have never talked things through, why start now? This is the only way out. I can’t tell Mary, she will not be for the idea. Everyone will see when she is gone how “sad,” and “sorrowful,” I am, and feel bad for me. I will have the comfort and the company of Mary by my side from now and forever on. Yes. It will all work out. Perhaps it is a bit radical, but it seems to be the only way out after this long. I will finally put her and me to rest.


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