So I go down and make the coffee mixture with Irish cream in it… standard seven pills… and drug him. Half an hour later he falls asleep and I strangle him there in bed. You know, I mean people can say it was family pressures or it was.. or it was outside forces, or it was mental disease, but the fact is that uh, I’m the one that did it… not just once but time after time. Very self destructive life.
It just didn’t seem like the parents really liked each other too much. Arguments, fighting, just made me feel on edge, unsure of the solidity of the family. I know she [his mother] was in a hospital for about a month,a mental, you know, ward and dad was busy working. I decided earlier I wasn’t ever going to get married, I wouldn’t want to go through anything like that.
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