I met my husband at the University of Maryland.
Our eyes locked, and I knew we’d get married.
Sometimes your heart just knows it will be real.
He was studying pre-med. I was a Liberal Arts major.
We got married while in college on a summer’s day.
I dropped out of college, worked as a secretary
To help pay for his education and a comfortable life.
A year after he became a doctor, he began to change.
I noticed little things at first, bigger things later,
And with my woman’s intuition I suspected an affair.
I came home early from work one day and
Caught him in our bed with another woman.
I kicked him out of the house after that.
He didn’t care, said I’d gotten boring and fat.
I couldn’t control my anger thinking about
How I’d given up everything to help him
Become a doctor who cheated on faithful me.
I obsessed and obsessed over what he did to me.
It got so bad that when I was out driving and
Saw him and his girlfriend smiling and laughing,
Walking along a sidewalk happy and holding hands
I went crazy and plowed into them with my car and
Drove back and forth over them until they were dead.
Now I’m in the Maryland Correctional Institution for Women
Wishing I’d never met him, at least he and his slut are dead.
Bob Boyd
