Looking back on the weeks that followed the discovery of my husband's affair I can see how I might have landed myself in this holding cell.I told everyone.I told my mom, "I'm gonna run that bitch over with my car."I told my best friend, "There's already body damage to the front end. Who's to know?"I even told my therapist, who promptly asked if she needed to call and warn her she was in danger. "I don't know." I had said, "Do you think it might give her pause?"How was I to know someone else would actually run the dumb tramp over?The thing is I wouldn't actually run her over. At least I'm pretty sure I wouldn't, but when I said those things I was venting. You know, I'm so mad I could kill her. You don't intend to. They're just words. At least they're supposed to be. Apparently someone meant them, but I swear it wasn't me. Honest!
I've never had an idea for a mystery before. I'm still working out the details, but here is one more idea to go into the book of "One day I'm going to be a writer".