Life With Tina
In high school she was beautiful, sexy, smart, funny, ambitious young brunette with eyes as blue as you have ever seen. She has a gorgeous body and smile that catches your eye the minute you see her. She is the prom queen, valedictorian, president of student body, and captain of the basketball team. The all american girl whom your parents, teachers, and friends adore and other men envy the fact that you have her by your side. You are uplifted just knowing you are going to get the chance to see her that day, to the point of depression when she was away. Deeper in love you fell until you eventually hit the bottom. Taking away your insecurities and replacing it with confidence. Stripping you problems and made them nonexistent.
You marry your highshcool sweetheart, vowing to be together forever and are optimistic that you are going to be happy until death does you two apart. She has another side, just like we all do, but hers is so well hidden, not even you knew. She lost all interest in her goals and drops out of college. You work day in and day out to pay all the bills, take care of the children, feed and dress her, etc. Seemingly, she does not appreciate the sacrifices you've made. Her other side seems to be overtaking the woman in which you fell in love. Afraid of the sunlight, so it seems, she stays at home, lights out, blinds closed, until the night has come. Giving up on maintaining any of her relationships with friends and family, including your marriage. Her children begin to worry about mommy, asking if she is okay.
Sleeping more and more, she begins to fail to manage the house. More fast food meals arrive, as home cooked meals become seldom. Making the bed is an unbearable chore, the childrens toys litter the house, trash overflows the can, the carpet no longer white, roaches seep out of the walls, and the strain on the marriage begins to pile. You rake up the courage to confront her on her changes, yet she denies them, stating that you are the problem. As her spending habits and laziness increase, fights quickly pursue.
While sitting in traffic you consider your life and are overwhelmed by the emotional pain caused by your wife. An unhealthy relationship to say the least, but for the kids sake you cannot leave her, not wanting your children to grow up without a mother. Yet, you continue to struggle through life in a desert, while carrying your beloved on your shoulder. She steals every scrap, without leaving you with so much as a drop of water. You decide you are going to cut the marriage loose when you both see the kids turn 18, but that is something you will sadly never see. Your love for her is becoming one sided, as it becomes obvious your relationship is fatally wounded.
Fighting through traffic after a hard days work, you finally reach your home, where she is waiting. Reaching for the handle, you arrive at your home expecting another night spent desperately attempting to hold your deteriorating relationship together. Yet, instead you get the unexpected. The warm smile you once knew is spread across her face, dressed eleguently in a red gown, with matching lipstick and black heels. The house is spotless and in the living room sits a fully dressed table. Meeting you at the door, she takes off her apron, as she greets you with a kiss and a welcome home. She sexily looks into his eyes, revealing her lingerie, and winks, stating that she got a sitter for the night. She whips out steak, mashed potatoes, vegetables, and a nice glass of champagne. You are amazed and ecstatic, quickly falling back into love with your high school sweetheart as the night continues. However, this is not what it seems. After a few glasses, she leads you to the bedroom and you quickly pursue. She begins to erotically strip off her gown, while whispering her desires into your ear. As she leans in closer, with your lips touching hers, you feel a sharp pain in your chest, as she slowly pulls her lips away from his. Disturbed he looked at her, horrified at what he saw. True evil was evident in her eyes, as his eyes met hers began pleading for his life. However, even that was now in the hands of his wife.
Unrelentlessly, she continues to thrust the blade in and out of his chest. The lids of her eyes seem none existent. Stabbing her husbands chest with as much force as she could release, as her demonesque eyes became fixed on his. The blade pierces his skin, through his rib cage and heart, snapping though his spinal cord and into the carpet below. Seemingly unhuman, due to her mechanical movements and eyes that stayed bulging, never blinking. Continuously following his eyes. Her violence quickly subsides as she gently sets the knife onto the floor, not making a sound. Using the tips of her fingers she holds your hand, while she strooks away your tears, as a mother would comfort their child. She patiently waits until your final breath has been drawn, she swells up with a devilish twist of pride and satisfaction. Proceding to curl up next to your lifeless body, humming your wedding song softly. She drifts off to sleep, rather quickly, not a wink of sleep was lost that evening.
She wakes up to the sun slightly warming your chilled body. With confidence and a wave of happiness she dials the police. Her acting is emmy worthy, as she is cries hysterically, pleading for them to come, for something terrible has happened to her beloved spouse. They believe these tears, along with her story, and the investigation eventually goes as cold as your body. It is chalked up as another unsolved robbery gone wrong and she knows she has won. Your family and friends feel terrible for the poor widow, as they shower her with whatever she needs and more. 500,000 dollars richer, she skips town, abandoning your children to start a new life, one without you. Gleefully, skipping down the street without an ounce of regret, she arrives at your final resting place. 6ft under you look up in terror as the girl that used to fill you with life, take everything from you. From ear to ear, a satanic smile is revealed. Her once bright blue eyes go dark, blending into the night, as her odly pale face is illuminated by the moonlight. Dressed in her wedding gown, she stands confidently in her black heels, not moving a wink, except her seemingly endless widening smile. Robotically she turns to leave, dropping a single rose at the edge of your grave. She clutches the outstretched hand of another. Turning just her head, still sporting her smile, adds a final wink as she reveals a knife in the other.
In high school she was beautiful, sexy, smart, funny, ambitious young brunette with eyes as blue as you have ever seen. She has a gorgeous body and smile that catches your eye the minute you see her. She is the prom queen, valedictorian, president of student body, and captain of the basketball team. The all american girl whom your parents, teachers, and friends adore and other men envy the fact that you have her by your side. You are uplifted just knowing you are going to get the chance to see her that day, to the point of depression when she was away. Deeper in love you fell until you eventually hit the bottom. Taking away your insecurities and replacing it with confidence. Stripping you problems and made them nonexistent.
You marry your highshcool sweetheart, vowing to be together forever and are optimistic that you are going to be happy until death does you two apart. She has another side, just like we all do, but hers is so well hidden, not even you knew. She lost all interest in her goals and drops out of college. You work day in and day out to pay all the bills, take care of the children, feed and dress her, etc. Seemingly, she does not appreciate the sacrifices you've made. Her other side seems to be overtaking the woman in which you fell in love. Afraid of the sunlight, so it seems, she stays at home, lights out, blinds closed, until the night has come. Giving up on maintaining any of her relationships with friends and family, including your marriage. Her children begin to worry about mommy, asking if she is okay.
Sleeping more and more, she begins to fail to manage the house. More fast food meals arrive, as home cooked meals become seldom. Making the bed is an unbearable chore, the childrens toys litter the house, trash overflows the can, the carpet no longer white, roaches seep out of the walls, and the strain on the marriage begins to pile. You rake up the courage to confront her on her changes, yet she denies them, stating that you are the problem. As her spending habits and laziness increase, fights quickly pursue.
While sitting in traffic you consider your life and are overwhelmed by the emotional pain caused by your wife. An unhealthy relationship to say the least, but for the kids sake you cannot leave her, not wanting your children to grow up without a mother. Yet, you continue to struggle through life in a desert, while carrying your beloved on your shoulder. She steals every scrap, without leaving you with so much as a drop of water. You decide you are going to cut the marriage loose when you both see the kids turn 18, but that is something you will sadly never see. Your love for her is becoming one sided, as it becomes obvious your relationship is fatally wounded.
Fighting through traffic after a hard days work, you finally reach your home, where she is waiting. Reaching for the handle, you arrive at your home expecting another night spent desperately attempting to hold your deteriorating relationship together. Yet, instead you get the unexpected. The warm smile you once knew is spread across her face, dressed eleguently in a red gown, with matching lipstick and black heels. The house is spotless and in the living room sits a fully dressed table. Meeting you at the door, she takes off her apron, as she greets you with a kiss and a welcome home. She sexily looks into his eyes, revealing her lingerie, and winks, stating that she got a sitter for the night. She whips out steak, mashed potatoes, vegetables, and a nice glass of champagne. You are amazed and ecstatic, quickly falling back into love with your high school sweetheart as the night continues. However, this is not what it seems. After a few glasses, she leads you to the bedroom and you quickly pursue. She begins to erotically strip off her gown, while whispering her desires into your ear. As she leans in closer, with your lips touching hers, you feel a sharp pain in your chest, as she slowly pulls her lips away from his. Disturbed he looked at her, horrified at what he saw. True evil was evident in her eyes, as his eyes met hers began pleading for his life. However, even that was now in the hands of his wife.
Unrelentlessly, she continues to thrust the blade in and out of his chest. The lids of her eyes seem none existent. Stabbing her husbands chest with as much force as she could release, as her demonesque eyes became fixed on his. The blade pierces his skin, through his rib cage and heart, snapping though his spinal cord and into the carpet below. Seemingly unhuman, due to her mechanical movements and eyes that stayed bulging, never blinking. Continuously following his eyes. Her violence quickly subsides as she gently sets the knife onto the floor, not making a sound. Using the tips of her fingers she holds your hand, while she strooks away your tears, as a mother would comfort their child. She patiently waits until your final breath has been drawn, she swells up with a devilish twist of pride and satisfaction. Proceding to curl up next to your lifeless body, humming your wedding song softly. She drifts off to sleep, rather quickly, not a wink of sleep was lost that evening.
She wakes up to the sun slightly warming your chilled body. With confidence and a wave of happiness she dials the police. Her acting is emmy worthy, as she is cries hysterically, pleading for them to come, for something terrible has happened to her beloved spouse. They believe these tears, along with her story, and the investigation eventually goes as cold as your body. It is chalked up as another unsolved robbery gone wrong and she knows she has won. Your family and friends feel terrible for the poor widow, as they shower her with whatever she needs and more. 500,000 dollars richer, she skips town, abandoning your children to start a new life, one without you. Gleefully, skipping down the street without an ounce of regret, she arrives at your final resting place. 6ft under you look up in terror as the girl that used to fill you with life, take everything from you. From ear to ear, a satanic smile is revealed. Her once bright blue eyes go dark, blending into the night, as her odly pale face is illuminated by the moonlight. Dressed in her wedding gown, she stands confidently in her black heels, not moving a wink, except her seemingly endless widening smile. Robotically she turns to leave, dropping a single rose at the edge of your grave. She clutches the outstretched hand of another. Turning just her head, still sporting her smile, adds a final wink as she reveals a knife in the other.
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