| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t“life is so short… isn’t it, Annie…? What have I been doing all these years? Pretending… to be a good man… a good husband… a good father… Do you have any idea… how many times I fantasized about killing you, Annie? While you were sleeping… while you were painting… even while you were cooking those delicious burgers I loved so much… It would’ve been so easy… strangle… stabbing… I could’ve even beaten you to death if I was feeling sadistic enough… Reasons? I had many… every time we discussed… when I would come home tired of work and you would talk, and talk, AND TALK, about you, always you… always so selfish, my dear, dear Annie… And that’s not all… oh honey, if you could’ve just known about all the thing I wanted to do to our adorable little Randall… to his… fragile… little… body… Yes… it would’ve been so easy, my dear… But I didn’t… why? Was it love? Or was it… fear? We live in fear Annie… we live in fear… Fear of what others may say… fear of what they may think… But this is my life, Annie… not them… So why did I deny myself of that pleasure? What was I afraid of? That I was going to be sent to jail? That someone may kill me there? Well, Annie… you showed me the truth today… I am going to die anyways, Annie… just like you… And I would die, not like a “good man” … but like a liar… a coward… I’ve been a coward for far too long Annie…\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t