I don't know why I did it. I loved him. But he broke my heart. He killed my spirit. My joy. It's gone now. Because of him.
I watched his house burn. The house I set fire to. The house I slept in. The bed I slept in. The hoodies I wore. All the things he took away from me. It was beautiful.
"Why would you do this," He shouts at me.
I play dumb, innocent even. "What do you mean, 'Why would you do this?' I did nothing. It isn't arson if that is what you think it is. I did nothing," I calmly say.
I'm pretty proud of myself for controlling my real emotions.
Here I am being charged of arson. On His house.
I stare at my sleeping child. "I can't believe I married you," I tell Him.
"I can't believe you let us have him," He says.
"Yeah," I agree. "Arson is pretty cute when he sleeps."