I’m so tired today. I’ve cooked and baked and plotted for weeks now. Each day I’ve made his favourite meals and smiled and played the good wife. Tonight it all ends.
Strange I think whilst stirring the stew, he’s been nicer to me lately. I giggle as I remember the over-sweetened tea he’d made for me. Too little too late I softly say as I add more poison to the pot.
Copyright October 2016