What Happened To Miss Louise's Death?

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As I unlocked the door I expected to see my happy wife with the look of relief on her face. Instead I had seen her cold lifeless body on the ground. What could have killed her, and how long has she been dead? So many questions ran through my mind amd the emotions I felt were suffocating. I thought my wife looked vulnerable on the ground. She couldn’t question me anymore or look at me with regret. Louise was always a disobediant wife when I would tell her to do things a wife was supposed to do, like making dinner for her husband or cleaning the house. With my wife dead I felt powerless. I had no control but I could now live life without being sorry for being a husband. I will miss Louise because she did things for me even though she questioned her …show more content…
By this time today I would usually see Louise making breakfast before I head out to work but instead of seeing her I spotted an empty kitchen. The house looked like it did when we first moved in but instead of making new memories there was the past I saw. I didnt want to be in the house but I also didnt want to leave only to come back to an empty house. That morning I went to work anyway, I followed a routine of seeing the same faces everyday but instead of a good morning everyone just looked at me and nodded. I figured they didnt want to upset me by whishing me a good morning when it hadnt been. I managed to get my work done today, but after I did work at the office I found that going home to a wife was another job that never ended. The job ended with Louise death and as much as I want to forget about her I cant because other people wont. They feel sorry for me because my wife died and I am now a man who has to do for himself. Maybe people only feel sorry for me because they can see that Im sad, but I dont understand the reason why i’m so hurt by my wifes death. Louise may have meant more than me than I thought and everyone knows it except

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