neetsushka:

“Seeing him and thinking he’d join us for dinner
tonight only to hear his peremptory Esco taught me there are certain wishes that must be clipped
like wings off a thriving butterfly.
I wanted him gone from our home so as to be done with him.
I wanted him dead too, so that if I couldn’t stop thinking about him and worrying about when
would be the next time I’d see him, at least his death would put an end to it.”