What in the world was I doing here? I knew darn well that I had no real regret about the old pervert that was in that coffin. I believe in calling a " spade a spade " and if the truth was to be told, my mind was screaming "what took you so freaking long. I am on my "no profanity kick " so I knew these mild expletives were definitely not expressing my true sentiments. So getting back to my first question, exactly why am I here? Oh, hell, who am I fooling. After almost ten years just the mere thought of seeing him has got me as giddy as any lovesick teen.
Funny how time slips away but memories can linger forever. We both agreed that ours was a love that could never come to fruition. Too many complications. Well I guess so, you old fool, when you were married to his brother . Yet, here I am, hoping to catch a glimpse of him. With these extra pounds, he probably won't even give me a second glance. But boy, we have been hot for each other for more than thirty years and no matter how long we were apart, the moment we saw each other, the fires were set ablaze.
Well, I guess I'm not the only one who came for the living and not the dead. Both ex-wives and that little bimbette that put him through the wringer with her hot little body and her whorish ways. OK, that's stretching it a bit. He was into her just as much. Oh, well, let me fade into the background, for when it comes to him, that seems to be my place. "Oh, I'm sorry, I'm so clumsy." Now this is not the way I wanted to bump into him . Damn, he looks good enough to eat. Am I drooling here. May as well deal with him and make my getaway.
Where did all these vultures come from. They don't waste any time, the cunts! You are exs for a reason. Move, he's mine. Sure, he is. He's calling my name! He's taking my hand ! He's not going to kiss me in front of everyone! He's kissing me, oh, god, this is embarassing! This is heaven! Maybe I'm the dead one. "He's dead now, you're mine. I've waited for thirty years for this, endured women I never loved and now he's gone. I came for you not him." I couldn't believe the words were coming from the very lips that had just breathed life back into this old heart.
I don't want to open my eyes to see the shock on the faces of family and friends but I had to just to make sure I wasn't dreaming. I wasn't, there he was, my forbidden love, holding me while my dead husband lay there, no longer able to prevent what he tried to kill for years. The love between his brother and I. My heart was alive with the want, need and desire of the only man I had ever loved. Suddenly, all the abuse, mentally and physically, made sense because he was here.
I didn't want to be here but that damn judge said I showed no remorse so I needed to see that monster. She thinks I'm the monster for killing him. But I agreed to come, not to grieve, but to see my love. I got want I needed and now I can go do this time knowing that my heart will live with him long after I'm gone.
Look at these fools. They think I killed my husband for his brother. Well, I did. Not only because I wanted him for myself, but because I not longer wanted that pervert to have him. They just don't know, but he does . He knows and he loves me just as much as the day his brother saw him kissing me and made me watch as he raped him and humilated him. The bond of our love was sealed that day and throughout all the years of abuse for both of us by that monster's hands, the love lived. He finally got away, but I stayed and I finally slew that dragon.
My prince came back, the monster is dead and my heart is revived. Good-bye, my sweet prince, you are truly free now.
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