NATHAN

NATHAN

She was sulking so it could only mean I had pissed her off with my behaviour.

I was justified, wasn’t I?

The question about my perspective had thrown me off, evoked feelings and emotions I would much rather not be feeling at the moment.

Nobody had asked me what I thought about my wife’s death or what had happened. They had had no idea that before she drove into the night, we had been arguing and I had just presented our divorce papers to her.

Eleanor and I had been going through a rocky marriage and I was just about done with everything.

I had damned it all to hell when she arrived late that night from work, drunk and I had told her I wanted a divorce, practically slapped the papers into her face.

We argued and she walked away and out of the house.

I did not think to follow her because I was too far gone in my anger… I should have just followed her

The guilt of that night had not left me so they were right, whether or not they knew the whole story… I killed my wife.

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