Elizabeth’s face contorted into a grimace. “You have no idea what it’s like to be married to you, Dan,” she said, as tears streamed down her cheeks. “I feel like you’ve stuffed me into some tight enclosure and I’m suffocating.”
“Well, maybe if you demonstrated some stability in your behavior,” Dan said.
“Stability?” Elizabeth said. “You’re kidding, right? Look, I made a mistake last year. I was lonely and I had that one-night stand with that coworker. You made me quit my job and stay home and be a subservient housewife. I’m so bored. I can’t take this isolation anymore. I need to go back to work, to be productive, to be engaged with other human beings. How long are you planning to retaliate against me for that single indiscretion?”
“How can I ever trust you again after what you did?” Dan asked. “How can I be sure it won’t happen again and again?”
“You can’t, Dan,” Elizabeth said, “because there are no guarantees in life and few certainties. But I can’t live like this, feeling like a prisoner in my own home. So I’m leaving you.” With that, Elizabeth went to their bedroom, retrieved a suitcase she had already packed, grabbed her car keys, and bid goodbye to her astonished husband.
As she was backing her car out of the driveway, she felt the bullet hit her before she even heard the blast from his hunting rifle.
Written for these prompts: Ragtag Daily Prompt (grace), Word of the Day Challenge (tempestuous), Scotts Daily Prompt (grimace), Your Daily Word Prompt (enclosure), Fandango’s One-Word Challenge (stability), and Daily Addictions (retaliate).