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.