INSANITY

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

2 months had gone by now. Just like the card lady had said. One day we received a call from his mom asking him to send her money from her bank account. It was then that we knew she would be coming back.

But during those 2 months I had stopped taking the medication and stopped hearing the voices. I still had the habit of propping up the chairs against the doors around my house. But only at night, before we went to sleep. We still had all that shit happen on the weekend letting us know she was still trying to mess with us.

So a week after he sent her the money she called asking him to pick her up at the airport. It was then that he drove her home and as soon as he dropped her off. All the suffering he saw his wife and children go through because of his mother finally made him snap. “Why mom? Why have you hurt my family?” He asked her in a voice filled with so much pain.

“What are you talking about?” She asked as she started to unpack her things.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You buried that shit in my house and tried to kill my wife and my child!” he yelled at her. “Now this trip you have tried your best to hurt them again. How could you?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about” She laughed with no humor. “You’re crazy I have done nothing to your family.”

But during this whole confrontation, he noticed that she did not go toe to toe with him. His mother is a very loud in your face woman. Yet she would not sit and talk. Hell even fight with him. She seemed to not be able to look him in the eyes for long. It hurt him to see that it was all true.

It’s his mother so he still held a little bit of hope that she would say it wasn’t her. Or at the very least say she did it because she thought it was the best thing for him. It would not have excused her. But it would have at the very least made it easy not to hate her so much.

But after half an hour he realized she would not cop to what she did. So he left. Broken hearted and upset but at least the heaviness and worry for his family had lifted. He doubted she would mess with his family now that she was sure he knew.

He was right for the most part. For she did leave them alone for 3 years. They heard not a peep from her. Her family also pushed her away.

Yet every night she was included in my prayers. I hopped with all my heart that she would change and maybe I would be able to forgive her. I know my husband hurts because he has no family around him.

But alas it was not meant to last. Because 3 years later she decided to come back and hit me where she knew it would hurt. I saw the moment he started to change. For the last 3 weeks he has been walking around, in sort of a zombie like state. It worried me but I didn’t want to think the worst.

I mean, what was I going to say. Your mom is at it again. It was already hard for me not to throw it in his face when I got mad. But one fateful day I came home from school and found out something that cut me to my core. There was no way I could stay here with him now. I felt the anger bubble in my chest. I felt so lost, so hurt as mad as hell.

As I took out my 357, I also took out the cleaning kit for the gun. I called my sister and asked her to come over. “I need you to take the kids and have them sleep over.” I said in a chillingly calm voice. For it seemed now I was empty. There was no more pain, no more anger; I had come to a decision.

“What are you going to do?” My sister asked all worried as she looked from me to the gun.

“Well you see it’s like this. If his bitch of a mom wants her son back so badly. She will never leave me alone. I will always feel like I have to watch my back. Or feel like one day it will start again.” I said still sounding eerily calm.

“Listen Elena, think about it. Think about your kids and what this will do to them. I am 100% sure that what happened was his mom’s fault. You have to admit he was acting weird for a couple of weeks now. Wait, why don’t you call Sharon again and go see her. Something does not seem right.”  She pleaded with me.

But I kissed my children and watched as she crossed the street taking my life with her. I then went back in my house and cleaned the gun. There was no way I needed this thing to lock on me. No I needed the bullets to come in a clean stream of fire. I looked at my watch. He will be here in 10 minutes. All I kept thinking was, if his mother wants him back this badly she will have him back. But in a body bag……………

THE END

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They say there is a fine line between love and hate.

I never understood that expression until now.

Because as much as I love my husband.

I think I hate him just as much,

Yet here I am, still worried.

Still scared of the next

Time she wants

To fuck with

Me and my

Family