I know I'm not the smartest guy in the world, nor the most thoughtful, nor the calmest. But, God, you have to believe me! I'm usually not like that, no, I'm never like that! I can't even remember a thing, it was just a spur of the moment, I swear.

I remember my beloved wife, coming home late from her work. She's been like this for 6 days in a row now. I get that, she has an important job. I get that the time has changed, the old days where devoted wives stayed home and men protected their women have gone.

But she was very, very late! As a man who loved his wife, I asked where she was. "Don't start again," answered my dear wife, with a fed up attitude. I do not understand. Again?

Again?!

Why, was she in a place that was sooo secretive you couldn't even tell your husband?!

"Don't get so mad like you always do," said she, her tone getting more and more defensive and not-so-polite. "I was working."

Yes, working for hours and hours and not even saying a word to me! What am I, a statue? A hologram? I am your husband for God's sake! What, do you think your job is sooo important? So important you came home 3 and a half hours late?

"It is important and you know that!" Stop shouting. Stop shouting!

"Why can't you just calm down?" I am calm.

"Stop yelling at me!" Stop this nonsense! I am sick and tired of this. You always late, you don't talk me like you used to, you've changed so much, you can't even look at me like you used to!

"I'm not! Please, can we discuss this like adults? Don't come any closer! I love you, you know that! Do you even hear me?!"

Stop bullshitting! Just. Stop.

Looking back, I should've act different. But, God, she was just so infuriating! I couldn't see myself, I could only saw her. I couldn't think, I could only feel. She had to change, I was so sure of that, she had to change. That's why I did that. That's why I did that horrible thing. I killed my wife.