“I loved her.” I said at the trial. “She was the one I was meant to be with forever.” That was the only plea I could think of.
April was a brunette with a wonderful sense of humor. She was a fine cook and a beautiful woman and held other great attributes.
One summer day she said she was leaving me. I knew we had our ups and downs but this didn’t mean it had to end. I could change. I could be whatever she wanted me to be. She said I hadn’t failed her that she was just not in love with me anymore. I wept into my hands, feeling torn. I held her by the arms and pleaded with her to stay.
“No,” She said that single syllable word that crushed me.
I hugged her and pleaded with her some more.
“Please, April!” I was desperate to find a way to sway her, but she was intransigent.
I sat on the kitchen table and stared off into the nothingness of what my life had become in but a few seconds.
“Have you thought of the children, April? Have you given thought to what you’re doing to them?” I wondered.
“I’m not taking the children, Ed. I don’t have any means to support them,” she replied.
Could she be seeing another man? I stood from my seat and shook her. “Who is he?!” I demanded.
“It’s not a he, it’s a she,” April pushed me away.
I was in disbelief. What on earth had this woman that I had been married to for seven years turned into? I felt belittled and ridiculed.
“You’re insane!” I turned her around and slapped her. “You’re not leaving me or the children. Do you understand?”
April tightened her fist and took a right hook at me. I stopped her fist before it struck me. I tightened my grip on her hand with such force that she fell on her knees. I grabbed her by the face and kissed her against her will. She bit my lip so deep that I felt her teeth cut into the skin and tasted the blood in my mouth.
I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her away from me. She slapped me with all her might.
“Idiot!” She wept as she wiped my blood off her chin. “I detest you for making me into a wife and a mother. I detest you for making me cook and clean. I curse you for being a man.”
I felt as though I was plummeting through the floor. I had never heard her voice such wicked and hurtful things about the life I had prided myself to give her. I walked to her slowly. I extended one arm and clenched her by the neck.
She gasped and tried to peel my fingers from her throat without victory. I saw her eyes redden and glisten with moisture. Her face became pale and she kicked and she tried so hard to inhale. Her eyes rolled back into her sockets and finally she stopped her whimpering. Her body was limp and I let it fall onto the kitchen floor next to the sink.
I heard laughter coming from our two children who were playing outside. What had I done? I had murdered the love of my life and mother of my children. I took her body to our bedroom and lay her on the bed. She looked as if she were fast asleep, aside from the discoloration in her face.
I went downstairs and prepared some chocolate milk for the children along with a very strong dose of sleeping medication. Within fifteen minutes they were both asleep on the floor of their rooms. I placed them beside their mother and rummaged through the night table drawer where I found my gun. I loaded it and stood before my three little angels, knowing what I had to do to be together forever. I shot all three of us in the head and then felt myself hovering over our four dead bodies on our matrimonial bed.
They came for me quickly. I was taken to a place of darkness and despair. A place where there was only cold and gloom. It was a place where no one smiled or laughed or even spoke. I was taken to trial.
The judge asked, “What have you to say on your behalf, man?”
I said, “I loved her. She was the one I was meant to be with forever.” That was the only plea I could think of.