My Mothers Secretary Thought I Was Dead
Language: en
Maybe I was born unable to hear what other people call reason. When my wife cheated, she offered one airy, self-pitying phrase: “I couldn’t control myself.” So I took a hammer to the filth, to the part of her that couldn’t be “controlled,” and smashed it to bits. Her parents, my furious in-laws, had me committed to a psych ward. That same night, I set a fire and watched everything burn to ash. Infuriated, they dragged me out and threw me into a cage with a Bengal tiger. They snarled through gritted teeth: “You animal, you deserve to be shredded to pieces!” I stood in the cage and…