Bad Choice

Little did I know it was over. Shortly after our lunch date I got the call telling me she never wanted to see me again.  She told me she was going back to her abusive ex-husband.  Was she kidding me?

I wanted revenge.  Revenge on her for making a bad choice.  Revenge on him for taking her from me, and taking away what would’ve been our happy life.

I knew it was wrong, but I followed them to her house.  After they went in, I picked up my gun from the passenger seat and calmly walked to the door.  He answered, and I pointed the gun toward his face and told him to go sit next to her on the couch.

Even though I wanted to pull the trigger, I couldn’t bring myself to hurt her.  “Go fuck yourselves,” I said, and dropped the gun and left.

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