All that Glitters

Often times, we delude ourselves thinking about how grateful we ought to be in positions we find ourselves, even if we are dying a slow death,as a result of mistakes we made and won’t correct out of shame of what others would think . The “I am fine” answers we give are just cliché and not how we really feel. How deep should the cut go, before we realize how hollow we have become? Too many questions we try to find answers to!  Probably if some of the world’s finest researches haven’t taken place, we would still be in the age where all I would ever care about is pleasing my husband. The saying asking for trouble is so apt, don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying we shouldn't try to find answers; I am just trying to exonerate myself. At least the same research provided the medium I’m using to type this letter as well as how I planned his death. Have I managed to shock you? Well how about I start from the beginning…the very beginning.