The Married Life with the Devil in Disguise

Once married, we returned to the home where I had been living with my parents to inform them that we had just taken our vows to love, cherish, honor and obey. I later learned while living with this man a whole new meaning to all of these precious vows. My Father promptly advised my new husband and I that he would be helping me pack my things; that is which things he felt were vital at this time and not all my possessions as he felt I did not deserve them until later on when he decided it would be so. He then packed my clothing and a few personal belongings and my precious Manx cat, told me good bye, asked for the keys to my 1965 Mustang; mind you this was my first car and that really stung, but I vowed material items were not important, the man I just married was to be my first and foremost priority. My mother did not utter one single word, only cold, callous, bitter were stares, which alone spoke thousands of thoughts carried the rest of my life. So off we were with the promise of a song in my heart to a new life in the small town of Redding, California, a cabin we were renting for a whopping $85.00 dollars a month with the plumbing actually out back of the kitchen, yes folks I kid you not. My first vicious experience with this husband was when he made Spaghetti and meatballs for our dinner, I was to do all the cooking, cleaning, wifely duties, however he felt inclined one evening to fix our supper, little did I know of the malice intended. I will never forget sitting down in the kitchen at the tiny table to enjoy our meal thinking, why is there pen and paper next to my plate? I soon found out the answer to this question when I was served my plate and told before I began that I should write out my letter of how my husband had poisoned my food and that I was an awful, selfish, worth no good of a person, hence my untimely death. I had to have turned as pale as a ghost, as this is when the verbal humiliation began. "What's the matter?, he said." " Do you not believe that there is truly poison in your spaghetti?" I honestly was speechless as I was so naive to think that a person who had stated to love me would possess the ability to derive such an evil plan. I pulled myself together and said, " Do you really mean to sit here and tell me there is poison in this food? Who the hell do you think you are?" Early on in this miserable wreck of a marriage I would fight, scratch and try to claw my way out of this nightmare, only later on to find out, no such luck would have it, I was to fail miserably. He once again told me to pick up the pen and put to paper exactly what he had told me to write; I then again argued my point, at which time I was then thrown backwards out of my chair against the kitchen cabinets and slapped in the face until I was placed back in my chair and told, again, write the words that I have spoken, least I remind you again that I am your husband and you will do as I say. I determined my will and again stubbornly stood my ground, screaming that he must be insane if I was going to write the letter much less eat the meal when it came time; once again I flew out of my chair into the cabinets and this time was slapped until I pleaded for him to stop and I would obey him with his request. He placed me at the table one more time and then informed me that maybe I should take a bite, which in his thinking would convince me of the poisoning. I thought I would vomit right then, my nerves were shattered and my soul was turning into gray matter with the thought of eating food that would take my life. He again challenged me with a look that only one who has seen evil close up and personal would recognize; I stared blankly into his eyes, thinking, what choice do I have. I prayed silently to Father the Almighty to save me from all my sins, and prepared myself to die, then reached for my fork. At this time my husband broke out in the most deep hideous laugh rolling over and over saying; "You stupid bitch, did you really think there was poison in your food?" "I have such plans for you that I would never do this yet, however if you ever test me again, you will not know when or where it may come from but you will die at my hand."