I sat in the rocking chair next to the crib. The stench of gasoline invaded my thoughts as I tried to make sense of it all. How could the man I loved so deeply betray me? After the death of our child I needed him desperately, but he rejected me. His new girlfriend tormented me, making sure I knew she was pregnant with his child.
If I was thinking rationally I would not miss him, I would sever all ties with him.
I swallowed the handful of pills and waited until I was almost asleep before I lit the match.
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