I’ve put up with a lot. The drinking, the drugs… the men. You’re an addict, and I try not to expect too much from you. Your weakness defines you, and I knew that going in. It’s no one’s fault but my own that I set out on a quest to fix you, so I’ve never blamed you, no matter how much you’ve deserved it.
But when you had the temerity to say that word… “divorce” to me? Think again, whore.
So now we’re taking a little trip to my uncle’s old hunting cabin, and you’re going to pay for that nasty little word, along with every wrong you’ve ever done me. I’m going to make you feel every one of my pains and humiliations in your flesh… in your cunt.
And when I’m done, we’ll live happily ever after.
Or something.