And so that was it, I did it. I buried him and I got away. He was horrendously violent to me, constantly hurting me. So I got back, I lashed out and now he’s dead and I’m a wanted woman.

The days been leading up to this moment have been terrible, I’ve been hit, burnt with an iron, beat up and so much more. I’m so broken by it all and last night, I just did it. I got the crowbar from under the bed whilst he turned around and I whacked it over his head and continued to beat him until he fell unconscious, I then continued to do this until I didn’t hear a heartbeat. I was happy for a second. But then I knew that the children was only away for a night, I didn’t have long. I needed to get rid of this man, who was once their father.

And so that’s what I did, I hired a car and I drove and I drove, crying and screaming into the blackness and coldness of the night wishing my life was something other than this, but what would wishing do? I’m here and well I’ve got to sort this otherwise I will end up in federal prison. And so that’s what I did, with the spade in my hand and my vision to be free I started to dig in this woods with no one around. I continued to dig and dig and dig. I was digging for so long, 5 hours to be exact. I left the light on at home because I didn’t want anyone thinking that I had gone, my car was at home too and the tv was also on. So no one could suspect a thing.

It was a cold cold cold night here in LA, extremely cold. Frightfully cold but I wasn’t holding back anything, it had to be done tonight. With every single dint in the soil I made I was getting closure, this man had beat me black and blue and has made everyone hate me, everyone. Even my own family, I don’t have anyone. He deserves this.

I finally reach to where I need to be to put him under ground for good, with his body thrown into the heap so are all his belongings, all his clothes and everything he owned with a dash of acid, bleach and diesel and also a little fire to seal the deal. Watching him burn would happily be my one way ticket into hell and I wouldn’t be sorry.

As 2 hours passed, the fire died too and this was were I put the soil back and said a big FUCK YOU one last time. That was it, he was finally gone and I could finally be free. I had been thinking of ways to do this for so long, planning it in my head and watching crime documentaries, it finally all led up to this point and I did well. I will not have no one especially no man treat me like that. So let’s bid a big farewell to him and a happy Independence Day for me!