Red is the Color of My True Love's Blood

RED IS THE COLOR OF MY TRUE LOVE’S BLOOD

Red is the color of my true love’s blood. It’s also the color of the walls and the floor in Barbara’s apartment and my new starched white dress shirt. Damn!

Barbara shouldn’t have said those things that she did. Now look at the trouble she’s gotten me into and the trouble I am going to have to go through to get out of this mess. My family warned me she wasn’t ever going to fit in with our unique lifestyle.

I must admit though, I didn’t see this coming. How was I to know she was that serious about wanting to break things off? After all, I apologized for the prior few incidents of physical violence perpetrated by her previous expressions of doubting our perfect union. Usually, declaring my undying love and pointing out the stress I have been under at work would’ve smoothed over her doubts. Her wide-eyed stare and visible shaking indicated to me her eagerness to be embraced. I find a rather vigorous love-making session always calms her down. She seemed to forgive me although she didn’t actually verbalize this forgiveness.

Work has been unbearable lately. My boss has been irrational with his demands. It’s unreasonable to expect me to be at work every day, day after day. And what difference does it make what time I get there, as long as I get there.

Pressure, pressure, pressure.

Not only was Barbara saying she was breaking up with me, she was threatening that she would call the police and get a restraining order. No one in my family has had a restraining order against them for at least the last five years.

I wonder why the sudden rebellion from Barbara? Must be that new organization she had an appointment with on her phone calendar. I monitor her phone because I want to protect her from those dangerous predators who target single women. Also, it gives me information on her friends and family activities. I no longer get invited to family things with her and she said it was because there wasn’t anything going on. I think she is siding with me against her family who encourage her to end our relationship. One thing we had going for us was the fact she worked at home so no nosey office workers to butt into our business. It also allowed me to pop in unannounced a few times a week.

I never called ahead when I went to see her. I just showed up and walked right into her apartment. She says she doesn’t remember giving me a key to her apartment, but that’s because she didn’t. I secretly had one made thinking it would be a nice surprise and would signal I was getting serious about us moving in together. Her response was stilted without the enthusiasm she showed when we first started dating.

I think that’s when the dissatisfaction started for me. I don’t like being questioned, drilled really, by her. She was getting to be like my boss. Who, what, where, why? Questions all the time.

After all, I initiated this relationship so I planned on continuing leading it in the direction I wanted it to go. Her feeble protests were smoothed over by my ardent love-making.

Ok, let’s think about this. I could walk away and let nature take its course. Someone would eventually smell the decomposing body or maybe the maid coming in next week could handle it. Surely, she gets paid little enough for the light cleaning she does that an especially deep cleaning of the living room could be arranged. I could leave a note along with a large tip, asking her to stay an extra hour or two and do a thorough cleaning job on the living room situation.

Now, for an alibi. Where could I have been during the time period this unfortunate accident happened? Let’s see, I can’t say that I was at work as I haven’t been there in a couple of days. I probably would be the last employee my boss would voluntarily provide an alibi.

Looks like I will have to drag the family into this after all.

Boy, my family will be up in arms when they find out about this mess. She’s lucky I didn’t let them deal with her in the past instead of me. I am generally a caring person and until she said some things about our relationship I did not fully agree with, I was also a very reasonable person.

My family has a lot of history with this sort of thing. It’s in our blood. We are a close family and have always been there for each other. I think the publicity given my family’s history does play havoc with any alibi my family members would provide. Yes, I think this warrants a family meeting to discuss my options.

I need to frame the invitation to a family meeting to the relatives in such a way they will consider it an opportunity to pit their wits to solve a plot for a hypothetical murder mystery.

I’ll send out invitations for a family game night giving them the scenario I’m dealing with in this apt and offer a prize to the family member who comes up with the best solution for my current situation. I’ll post it on FaceBook. Who knows, we might get some solutions outside of the family input.

POSTED ON FACEBOOK:

Everyone, let’s have a family game night tomorrow night at my place with a cash prize going to to the person who can come up with the perfect alibi to save the unknown perpetrator in my story from doing jail time who has accidentally slaughtered his girlfriend. This perpetrator has a police record of only a few pages, so he is not a hard core murderer. It was a crime of passion done by a passionate boyfriend towards a flighty girlfriend with commitment issues.

Let’s get all the Borden family together for a fun, challenging game night!

I’ll send a personal invitation to cousin Lizzy’s granddaughter. She always has the best ideas for creating scenarios for unique solutions to these challenging problems.