A Diary Entry From Mary Maloney's Point Of View

Dear Diary,

Today, I killed my own husband. You might find it hard to believe me but this is how it happened. Just like usual, I waited for my husband to come back. At 4:50 he came back as usual and i got him and myself a drink. Afterwhich, he went for another serving. He seems unusually tired so i suggested making supper but he rejected it. At first i thought he was just in a bad mood today but later he told me a shocking news which was then i knew i was wrong. He told me that he wanted a divorce with me and he thinks he could just shut me up with some money so that i would not make a fuss out of it and affect his job! At that point, I thought it was all a dream and that none of that had happened so i continued to prepare supper. I went downstairs to get a frozen lamb leg and when i came up, he was back facing me and he said "For God's sake, don't make supper for me. I'm going out.". It was then I realised that it was all true and I just went up to him and took the frozen lamb leg and whacked him in the back of his head. I stepped a step back away from him. I was shocked. I did not mean to kill him. Then i knew that what is done cannot be undone so, i placed the frozen lamb leg into the oven and went upstairs to tidy up my face and plan an alibi.
I rehearsed my speech a few times and went out to the grocer. When i got back i pretended to feel shocked to see my husband was dead lying on the floor. All the love for him welled up inside me and i felt terrible. I did not need to act, it was natural. I then went to call the police. Soon, the policemen came, then a doctor came, then two detectives came, then a police photographer came and a men who knew about fingerprints came. Then the policemen and detectives asked me questions, when most of them left, the policemen stayed behind to search for evidence. I then invited them to some whiskey and to eat the lamb leg. While they were eating, they talked about the evidence being right under their noses, when i heard that i giggled because i could not believe i managed to fool the policemen to eat up the murder weapon. When they left i felt a mixed feeling of sadness, happiness and relief. I felt sad because my husband was gone and it was me who killed him. I felt happy because i could not believe i managed to trick the police and not get caught. Lastly, i felt relieved because when the police went away, i knew i would not need to go to jail.

Regards,
Mary Maloney