I was deeply in love with my wife. We had it all: great jobs in the same profession, 3 beautiful children and a wonderful home
but somehow, that wasn't enough for her. After the twins were born she started complaining all the time, nagging me about the smallest things and finding fault with me when I was just trying to be happy. Then she started humiliating me in front of my friends, belittling me despite all I had sacrificed for our family. This was the last straw. The resentment grew and grew in me, and so I decided to destroy the very thing she cared most about in the world. I got my chance when we took a family holiday in Portugal. I found a man who, for just 10 thousand pounds, said he would take care of it for me. I waited to we were having a dinner party with friends, lots of witnesses and a perfect alibi for me.
I never asked what he did with our daughter, or how he disposed of the body. And with all the attention now, I guess I'll never know. But late at night when I see my wife crying "Why? Why our daughter?", I have to hide my satisfaction and pretend to be sympathetic. But inside I'm saying, "Fuck you, bitch. Call me a loser to my friends and see what you get"
( cumquat may will not be commenting further on the allegations, Fri 17 Jun 2011, 19:05, 4 replies)

I love the watch you bought with the profits also.

(Me, I'm not... in any way intoxicated, Fri 17 Jun 2011, 19:26, closed)

fucking profits
I'd never seen it that way before.
( sandettie light vessel automatic New Twitter - @bollocksreally, Fri 17 Jun 2011, 20:24, closed)

You
Haven't seen the passion of St. Tibulus then?
( dazbrilliantwhites has been meaning to change this..., Sat 18 Jun 2011, 7:57, closed)

Careful Now
Down WIth dis sort o' thing.
( Duke Of Belmsford has got 99 records, but Jay-Z ain't one, Sat 18 Jun 2011, 23:02, closed)