Personal Narrative Essay: The Man Of My Dream

When I first met Alex, he was the man of my dreams. It seems too good to be true. He was funny, smart, kind and charming and best of all he was crazy about me. Since high school, we were so great together. We were high school sweethearts. We were married right after college like any newlywed couples were madly in love with each other. Alex was an associate at his father’s law firm and I was a nurse at Greys-Sloan Memorial Hospital. My hours were flexible but Alex worked long hours trying to make partner before he was 35. I was his beautiful, thin young trophy wife.
I can’t say exactly when things started to change. I think it was when he suggested for me to quit my job. I recall him saying “honey I make more than enough to take care both …show more content…
Suddenly he came over saying that we had to go home because he had a migraine. On the way home, the ride was silent. Finally, we got home, he started yelling at me, accusing me of flirting with Mark. He told me he was sick of watching me embarrassing him in front of his colleagues. He was pounding his fist on the wall, and two or three times he shoved me up against the kitchen table. Each time that I told him “I was sorry” he would go ballistic, so I stopped saying that. I started to cry and he shoved me to the …show more content…
I ran to the closet and locked the door. Alex had found me and I thought to myself there is a wooden door that separates his fist from my head. I started searching for something to protect me from him and then found his father’s gun. I kept telling myself that the police would be here soon but Alex opened the door. I put the gun in the back off my pants. He pulled me pushed me into the table and said, “you stupid bitch.” I pulled the gun out and fired two shots into him. After I shot him I heard the police sirens. I thought to myself it’s over and I am