Damn you, I want impunity for life.

I killed him.

I took the dagger from under my pillow, and I slit his throat while he slept. That night was the last night that he would touch me with his clammy hands, or kiss me with his lousy breath. It was the last night that I would feel his body on top of mine like a dead weight. The last night when I would find him stoned at home, watching tv while I got home from a 12 hour shift at work. That night was the last night that he would steal money from my purse to buy alcohol, or sell my mother's jewellery to satisfy his drug addiction. This was the last night that he would leave the toilet seat up, or forget to clean the sink after he shaved. It was the last night that he would rape me till I fainted or hit me till I thought that I would die. It was the last night that I would cringe at the sight of him, and wish that he were dead.

And so I killed him.

Someday

Damn you, I want impunity for life.