Confession

To all that shall read this, I’m confessing to something I have accomplished several hours ago.

On April 1st, 2024, around 3:00 PM, I murdered my wife.

Here is my story on what led up to her demise.

We never got along to well. Since we were married a little over 5 years ago, my life began to unravel.

We have been fighting on and off almost daily for several years now. We would get into heated, verbal arguments. At times they led to yelling, screaming and physical altercations. Both of us were guilty. She was angered by my outside activities that didn’t include her. Such as biking, jogging, meeting up with friends etc.

I was angered because she didn’t want to move from the couch. She was a hermit, a recluse, someone that doesn’t mind staying at home each & every day. No interaction with anyone but me.

There were several times she would make the attempt to go out with me. Within an hour or so, she would complain and bicker about something that bothered her. Be it physically or mentally. This would place a strain on me, and we would argue. The ending results was getting in the car and going home.

She would get home, plop on the couch, and not move until dinner time. This would infuriate me. At that point, I would curse her out and leave the house for several hours. Many times, I would be alone, since my friends already made other plans.

She knew she was winning the battle. That’s what she planned on doing from the moment she woke up. I was the idiot. I was the stupid lap dog that did whatever the hell she wanted. She would also have her time with me in the evening, watching TV or a movie then off to bed. Never once would she alter her schedule. If I stayed up late, she would stay up late, if I went to bed early, she would go to bed early. I couldn’t escape her. She was slowly smothering me to death!

Our sex life was mundane. We would have sex but there was no flare, no spice, no fun, no arousal. She used me to cum and I used her to cum. It wasn’t the worst, but the foreplay & intercourse could be much better. Also, both men and woman should be domineering & submissive. Role playing and the occasional acting out other fantasies should be presented to one another and acted upon within reason. None of this ever occurred. She would sit there unless I suggested to roll over, bend this way, etc…She was like a well-trained dog. Porn became my sense of stimulation & entertainment. There I can find any woman that I’m interested in for that given moment. Sure, it’s all fiction and it plays like a bad movie, but it works, and my orgasms were intense.

We have gone out with friends and family to restaurants or the occasional movie. Those events were silhouettes of someone that isn’t really her. She would laugh, become jovial and animated. I guess having a few drinks in your system will make you that way. I wouldn’t say she was an alcoholic, but she was a different person when she drank a bit. When we would arrive home, she would become drowsy, irritable & go to sleep. The next morning, she was her old boring self.

We once tried counseling. That went nowhere. The counselor spoke to me as though I was the aggressor, the bad guy. A real reliable source told me that they were good friends. When I asked her, she denied it. I wanted to try another marriage counselor. She shot that idea down.

We have discussed separating and divorce. To many obstacles with the house, assets and the financial burden that comes along with all of it.

In early February I began sleeping in our spare room. I felt that life would become a little less stressful if I didn’t share the same bed with her. I began looking online at condos or town houses. Maybe sooner than later I’ll leave.

On March 18th I believe I was almost murdered. It felt a little suspicious to me that she was cooking. She rarely cooks. She made this broccoli-cheddar soup. Never tried it or even heard of it. She said she wanted to give it a try. Fine by me. As the soup was presented to me on the table, it was piping hot. I’m not a fan of scolding hot food. I’ll wait a few minutes before it cools down. I noticed she kept looking at me with her dark deviant eyes. When we would make eye contact, she would suddenly look away or down into her bowl. I became annoyed and said this is way too hot. As I placed my spoon into the bowl to get my 1st taste of this soup, she screamed at me and said, “DON’T EAT IT!” I said why? She took the bowl from me and dumped it into the sink. I said, “WHAT THE FUCK!!” She said that she didn’t like the way the soup came out and that she didn’t want me to have a foul taste in my mouth. I asked her if she had a bad taste in her mouth, she said, yes. The rest of the soup in the pot was dumped out. I looked in disbelief, which took her many hours to prepare. She said, “I’ll make something else, what would you like?” I said, “Nothing. I have no appetite.” Looking back at this, I believe my bowl was laced with something to make me violently sick or to kill me. Throwing the entire pot of soup out was a deterrence to show that all the soup was bad, including hers. I guess she got cold feet. She could have offed me but chose not to. Thanks!!

Easter Sunday went OK, I guess. Probably because we were invited to my brothers house. She didn't need to lift a finger. We bought some pastries & large chocolate bunnies for his three kids.  She was preoccupied with consuming alcohol and being real annoying. Every time I would look at her, I would become agitated. I hate her face and she hates mine. I would love to dispose of her.

April 1st began like any other day. I woke up, made my vegetable smoothie for later and went to exercise downstairs. I signed onto Deep Underground Poetry to see if any messages were sent to me or replies to my messages. Afterwards, I signed onto my work computer and began to work.

She wakes up 20 minutes after her tour of duty already started complaining of hip, leg, head, and back pain. This is a normal trait of hers. Hypochondria is written all over her face. Plus, she is a lethargic slug that never stretches or exercises. She shuffles to her work computer and sits there like a corpse.

I informed her to go downstairs and walk on the treadmill or do some stretches. She flips on me and tells me to leave her the Fuck alone! I tell her ok then, whatever!

For the rest of the day, I ignored her. I stayed in my spare room and worked till about 10:00 am. At 11: 00 am she bangs on my door yelling, "SINCE YOUR BROTHER DIDN'T GIVE US ANY LEFTOVERS LAST NIGHT FROM DINER, YOU"RE GOING TO HAVE TO FEND FOR YOURSELF!!!, I'm NOT COOKING!!!" I opened the door with force and said, “WHY NOT?! YOU DON’T WANT TO TRY AND KILL ME AGAIN?!!” She gets in my face and tells me that if I wanted, I could have you murdered quicker than you think. I said, “TRY IT!!” Before she was going to say anymore, I took my keys and went out for a drive. I decided to shut my cell phone off, so she couldn’t call or track me.

At 11:10 am, I decided to leave the house.  I went west towards Fire Island and parked near the beach. The weather was dreary and damp. I saw some people walking back to their cars from the beach. That made me decide to get out and walk towards the ocean. The winds were kicking, and the ocean was snotty. The water looked cold, dark, and deep. I just stared out into the horizon. I saw nothing really except gray skies. I thought to myself, I need to make a change. I can’t live in this hell anymore with her. I’m going to pack my bags and leave tonight or tomorrow morning for good.

I arrived home around 1:25 pm. I noticed as I pulled up into the driveway the blinds were closed. I thought that was odd, since usually I can see the TV reflection from the window.  She would usually be stuffing herself with some fatty snacks or desserts watching some lame ass reality show. I opened the door; the living room and kitchen were quiet. I walked into the hallway & bedroom; they were also untouched. I proceeded to walk towards the basement door.  As I quietly opened the door, all lights were on, and I heard her typing on the computer. I carefully went down the stairs and asked her what she was doing. She went on by screaming, “SINCE YOU WERE OUT AND HAD YOUR PHONE OFF, FUCKING SOME WHORE, I DECIDED TO TAP INTO YOUR E-MAIL AND WEBSITES YOU LOVE TO VISIT!!!” She had my e-mail address opened with names and numbers she must have written down. She also pulled up some porn sites I have gone to through the years. But the biggest concern more than anything else was her tapping into all my personal poems & stories I have posted on DUP. Somehow, she gained access to all my passwords and information. She began criticizing my stories, bad mouthing my poetry and belittling names of people she came across that I had contact with. She was dissecting and damaging me inside.

I grabbed everything she was writing down and pulled her out of the chair and away from the computer. She had rage in her eyes. Violent, anger, hatred was oozing from her facial expressions. You can see it. I told her to shut the fuck up and listen to me. I said, “I’M LEAVING YOU! YOU CAN ARGUE AND COMPLAIN TO YOURSELF. I’M NOT LISTENING TO IT ANYMORE!!” She punched me in the arm twice and bit my hand real hard. She screamed, “YOU’RE NEVER GOING TO LEAVE ME!! YOU HAVE IT TO GOOD HERE!!” That’s when I said, “NOPE I’M LEAVING TONIGHT!!” As I began walking up the stairs, she jumped on my back, I lost balance and cracked my head on the banister. I had a bad cut on the side of my left eyebrow. When I shook off the pain, I continued to walk up the stairs. She went into the back room and picked up my baseball bat. She swung at me, hit my leg as I fell back down the stairs. I said, “GET THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME OR YOU’LL BE SORRY!” She dropped the bat and said, “THAT NIGHT A FEW WEEKS AGO, I DID POISON YOUR BOWL OF SOUP AND MY CONSCIOUS SAID NO DON’T KILL HIM! SO, I DIDN’T. BUT I WISH I DID!” At that point my rage was getting the best of me. I hobbled into the back room where all my tools were and grabbed a set of handcuffs. These handcuffs were given to me when my cousin was in the police force. They were never used. I had them tucked away for the longest time. She wasn’t aware of them. As I limped towards her, she was on the phone attempting to call the police. I took the phone, threw it against the wall. As I saw her arm sway towards my open handcuffs in my hand, I cuffed her right wrist to my barbells situated on my weight bench. The weight was about 220 lbs. She was not moving anything off that rack to escape.

She was like a caged lion. Screaming, crying, ranting, and raving, demanding me to release her. I said, “TONIGHT I’M GOING TO RELEASE YOU FROM THIS RELATIONSHIP AND FROM LIFE ITSELF!” I took the bat she hit me with and smashed it against her leg once and into her left arm twice. At that point she couldn’t stand anymore. Her arm looked dislocated. I didn’t care. She asked for it. Her screaming was becoming so damaging to my conscious I needed to shut her up once and for all. I never liked seeing a bat smashed into someone’s skull. That’s disturbing to me. Instead, I went into the backroom again, and pulled out my brand-new axe. The blade was razor sharp. I bent her body downward where her head was resting downward on the weight bench seat. She had no strength. As the blade came crashing down, the gash was deep, but it didn’t decapitate the head from the body. I swung again, twice, three times and finally her head was detached from her shoulders.

The basement was a mess. Bone fragments scattered all over the room from the impact of the blade. I was covered in the blood of my wife. Her flesh was ruptured. Nerve endings and other arteries I never knew we had in the back of our necks were all over the axe, the rug, the walls and on me. At that point, I didn’t panic, I knew that what I did was totally wrong. I knew there was no other explanation other then my rage took over and I will be paying the price. I went upstairs to take a shower.

After the shower, I did walk around the basement with my work boots, so I wouldn’t have any blood all over my socks and feet. I put on a pair of work gloves and picked up her head. I placed the head in a large tray and had her head sitting by my side as I begin writing this confession. All this time she was concerned on what I did or what I was doing online. Well, now she can see it all. Her mother use to say to her, “Honey you need to calm down and stop losing your head over the small things in life!” Her mother should see her now. She looks so quiet & peaceful. The way a person ought to be. Now having killed someone, I realize how easy it is to take someone’s life away from them. How fragile we really are.

As I finish up this confession, I will be contacting the authorities once I send this out. I'm not going to run from what I have chosen to do here today. This is something I know was wrong, but goddamn it felt so good.  

I wanted to inform DUP that you’ve been nothing but kind to me from the beginning. I was here a little over 2 months, and I have nothing but the utmost respect for everyone I was in contact with. To all that read this. I wish you farewell and may all your dreams and aspirations come true.
Peace.

Keith (Vision_of_Insanity)