Death on Pilot Hill

threatening’ her.”

“Not good.”

“There’s more. Much more. A year after we got married she went back to school to get her undergraduate degree. She had me pay her tuition. I never got to go to the university and get my degree because I paid for her schooling. She always told me she’d pay me back once she got to teach but the crazy broad could never get full-time work at teaching because all of the teachers and principals and staff soon got to hate the Bossy Queen Bee.”

“She told me that getting a full-time teaching job at an elementary school is not easy. . but rather difficult.”

“Oh really? I don’t think it’s that difficult since I later found out that she finally got a full-time job offer to teach.”

“She never told me.”

“Why should she? That’s when you proposed to her. She turned down the job offer as soon as you slipped that big fat engagement ring on her finger. The meal-ticket of her newest Prince Charming had arrived to rescue her from working at McDonald’s and at a school. . and so. . she traded me the old beat-up model for the higher income model you offered and now provide her.”

The seventh big lie. For that he slowly electrocutes and burns off her left thumb with a live electric wire wrapped like a ring around the base of her thumb.

“I’m not big into material things. I don’t like showing-off. Hate it. My family is my life. That’s all I care about.”

Was that another well-placed hook into him who was so careful with his hard-earned money?

She said she wasn’t big into material things and yet she made it abundantly clear that she wanted a big fat diamond from him for the engagement ring and the wedding ring. He remembers how she spent a small fortune on clothes at H amp; M shortly after claiming that she had ‘lost’ the engagement ring.

She doesn’t like showing-off but she forced him into an expensive wedding on a private island in Greece. She then pushed him into buying her the red Audi TT sports car as a wedding gift with the car title in her name only.

She says she hates showing off and loves family above everything else and yet she abandoned him and everyone else so she could spend 8 to 10 hours a day every day of the week at the gym training for bodybuilding championships. During that time he had to cook and care for her son from another marriage and for his son from a previous marriage because she simply refused to do any other work other than working on the sculpting of her body.

Is that when her anger started getting out of control?

Did she take steroids? After all they are well-known for causing uncontrollable rage as a side-effect.

Probably. For sure she took those fat-burning pills that acted like amphetamines and left her paranoid and wide awake night after night. That’s also when she started hanging around all these female muscle-building freaks at the gym. They were such disgusting repulsive freaks. The sight of women ogling each other was sickening to him especially when the women lathered themselves in oil and then slowly flexed different muscles groups such as their stomach muscles or butts. Their rippling muscles looked like oiled snakes moving under their skin.

She hates showing off but she made him pay for her giant breast implants after she quit bodybuilding.

Her family is her life but she dumped their children at the gym’s daycare so she could spend most of the day doing whatever she wanted with whomever she wanted.

The eighth big lie. For that he chews off her left index finger.

Or should he buy a pet rat to chew her finger off by putting the rat into a tube and then lighting a blowtorch behind the rat and letting the rat chew through her bone and flesh?

Or should he use the rat to chew through her nose and cheeks or through her ribs or stomach?

The eighth lie was one of her worst and most damaging lies. She trapped him forever with that lie. She would have her hand inside his pockets for the next twenty years paying child support if they divorced.

The eighth lie had been so so clever.

“I can’t have more children. The doctor said my tubes and uterus are scarred beyond repair from a bad infection I got from my IUD. . my intrauterine device almost killed me. Anyway I take the pill just to make sure.”

Her pregnancy almost two years ago left him stunned and in a daze for weeks. He was beyond surprised because she made him think that there was absolutely no way that they were going to have children. She often left the circular birth control pill dispenser on the bathroom counter so that he was sure to see it.

When he no longer saw the pill dispenser on the bathroom she told him:

“Oh honey. . I forgot to tell you. . I switched to Implanon. . it’s even more effective than the pill. . the nurse put the little plastic rod in my arm a week ago. . just under my skin. . kind of hurt a little. . the slow and steady drug release lasts three years. We won’t have to worry anymore about my forgetting to take the pill. Now you take your clothes off and come into bed right now so we can celebrate my little rod with your big rod!”

The baby.

She changed even more after the baby than she did with the bodybuilding. After the baby she had no patience and lots of explosive temper with my son and her son. The baby turned her world upside down. She was no longer in control. The baby controlled her and everyone else.

Why was she so angry about the baby?

Aren’t babies supposed to change you from selfish to altruistic?

Aren’t babies supposed to make you grow into a better adult?

No. Not with her. Her moods only got worse and worse.

Was it postpartum depression as she claimed or was that just another lie to avoid responsibility?

Right after having the baby is when she started getting on the Internet for hours and hooking up with all of her old boyfriends. The worst was finding out with his key logging software that she put herself out on many websites for singles and for people looking for relationships. Trolling for men hour after hour. Sending them lewd disgusting messages and nude pictures.

Why have a baby if you start acting like you hate the baby?

Her moods. They left no room for error. She got nasty even with her son and of course with my son.

Should I have let her be so strict with the two boys especially with my son?

Who wouldn’t have let her have her way if they had heard her arguing all the time about disciplining the boys especially my son?

He decides then and there that the torture sessions will include him forcing caustic lye down her throat to let her feel what it was like hearing her rant on and on every day about how she was an educator a trained professional who knew how to handle children.

He finishes mowing the yard and planning her torture and he walks into the kitchen exhausted and dripping in sweat.

“Are you going to feed the baby?” she says in her surly bad-mood voice.

“Sure. . but I was going to clean the deck and then prune the driveway bushes. Why can’t you-”

She walks out of the room. “I’m going to the gym. I need a break!”

She’s too far away to hear him say:

“Yeah bitch. . I’ll give you a break. . break your neck!”

He realizes that there’s no way he’s going to wait a full year before exterminating her. He’s got to do it sooner. If not he’ll go absolutely stark raving mad. He calls his parents.

“Hiya. . good. . I wanted to see if I can use Grandpa’s old barn for a painting project. Ja. . I’ve got several things I need to spray-paint.”

He hangs up and closes his eyes. The old barn. The pervert. The molestations. The violations. Bad bad memories.

Can a building attract bad people doing bad things?