I started the day of horror the way I would start any day- with a cup of coffee kicked with a splash of vodka to calm my nerves and worries. My mother would tell me that this was the most irresponsible way to handle my stress, being a wife and president of Human Resources at a very successful hospital was very stressful, after all, but, alas, my mother was no longer with us, which was just fine with me, because even if I probably did love my mother at some point during my horrific childhood, now was not that time. Mrs. Deborah Strickler was one of the most narcissistic woman in the history of Annapolis, Maryland, not only causing me to try to kill myself at the age of 14, but to also suffer from clinical depression to this day. My disorder was hard to live with, but the coffee and vodka each morning certainly gave me the boost I needed to not kill myself. The stomping of my loving, passionate husbands large feet broke me from my thought and I looked up from my cup of coffee to see him standing there with only his Hanes boxers and a button up shirt on. “I thought I told you to iron my slacks last night!” Gerald Watts, the most loving person in the world …show more content…
Nothing worse then what I had to face every day, I suppose. I left my only 11 hour day at work (I know, so short!) for another only of my 30 minute calming sessions. Forgetting all of the things that (didn’t) happen at work that day made me feel very thankful for the time I had to myself for an hour a day, and before I knew it I was pulling into the driveway of Gerald and I’s large 2-story home. A lump of disappointment formed in my chest when I saw that Gerald was home, but I noticed by the layer of snow piled on the car from a small gush of winter storm the previous night that it didn’t look as if he had ever left. I dismissed this strange thought and decided that it probably meant he had come home