1984 Diary Entry Essay

April 27, 1984 Dear Diary, Today I was eagerly waiting for Patrick to return home from work. I counted the minutes as they passed, and as always, at 5:00, I heard the crunching of the gravel outside the slam of the car door and the key unlocking the door. I got up and went to greet him. I placed a kiss on his head and went to make drinks for us, a strong one for him and a weak one for me. I continued knitting, knowing he doesn't like to speak until the first drink is over. He finished his drink and leaned forward to get some more. No, I'll get it for you, I said. Sit, he said, and as he poured his drink, I noticed that it was whiskey from the deep colour it had. He looked tired, and I knew something was off. Then he told me something that made my heart skip a beat: He was leaving me and our
I went to the freezer and took the first thing I found, a piece of lamb. That's when I saw him standing facing the window with his drink in his hand. Then a surge of emotions rushed over me, and the next thing I knew, I had hit him in the head with a piece of lamb. My mind suddenly became clear: What had I just done? I killed my husband, but I was married to a detective. I knew what the penalty for murder was, but I also knew exactly what to do. I took a pan, put the lamb in it, then turned on the oven and went to get some vegetables as I went to the store. I made the perfect story. I entered the store and asked the shopkeeper for some peas and some potatoes, telling him that Patrick was tired and didn't want to eat out today. As I walked home, I opened the door and pretended to be shocked, and then I fell to his body and stared, crying, which wasn't too hard because I didn't have to pretend. I called the police, telling them that I think Patrick was dead. Shortly after, the police arrived and started, asking questions. I told them Patrick came home and was tired, so he didn't want to go out, so I went to the store to buy