[ WP ] Write in the POV of a crazy/psychotic ex . Do not end it with murder .

Every relationship is trying at times. It's inevitable, but love pulls us through it. Right? Remember the first time you said you love me? 
 We were so little but back then we knew we'd be together no matter what. We may have laughed at having a pretend wedding. But, we laughed because it was true. That at that point we were together for ever. For rich or poor, sickness and health, I would love you. You were always so sweet to me. I loved you before then. I always have since the first time we met. 
 
 It was a rough time for me personally. I'd finally had enough of my parents being mean to me and was trying to run away. I remember how cold, wet, miserable, and lonely I was. I was crying in a cardboard box until you spoke to me. `` Are you ok?'' It came out so calm and concerned. I looked up to see you, my darling angel dressed in that grey raincoat of yours. It was the first amount of kindness I've ever felt. When you had to leave, I no longer felt cold, nor wet, nor sad. I felt warm. I felt love. I decided not to run away. I wanted to stay and feel that again. I was happy, no matter what I had you. And I always loved you. 
 
 I loved you during the good and bad. I loved you when you would pick other girls. For I knew they'd never last. I knew when you hit me it was n't anyone's fault. You were just angry, and I understood that. I supported you during school. And then I figured you would as me then. But you did n't, you choose her. You went against our vows we made so long ago. You married that wretched whore. She was n't prettier, or smarter than me. Yet, you married the bitch! But you forgot about us. But I forgave you and waited. I waited until I knew you'd need me again. 
 
 You were the only one to survive that fire. You were alone, cold, and lying in the rain. Just like I was so long ago. And it was my turn to stay with you until you had to leave again. The doctors did what they could, but you were burned very badly. You would have trouble eating and you probably could n't talk again. Your poor face had been damaged and I knew you were scared how no one could ever love you now. But I do. Now more than ever. I'm sorry about what I did to you. I was tired of you walking out on me so I cut off your legs. Umm then I knew you'd be angry, and that you'd take that anger out on me. So, the arms had to go too. 
 
 Ahh, poor thing. Do n't cry. I know you've been through a lot recently. But we're going to get through this together. It's just another rough patch. From now on, I'll be your arms and legs. I'll bathe you, and cook nice meals for you. And I'll finally be able give you something I've been wanting to give you for a long time. And do n't worry, I might not have the experience but I'll do my best. I'm so happy! I ca n't wait to spend the rest our lives together. Until death do us part my angel.
