
This is the story of how my aunt “murdered” her husband. Nobody in my really knows the true version to her husbands disappearance but this is my favorite version.

My aunt was a very devoted wife and she was happy to have a husband to take care of. One day she decided to make a special dinner for him being that he would come home from work looking for a hot meal.

Anticipating the time, watching the screen door to see him walk to the roadway. Hearing footsteps on the gravel outside, the jingle of his keys, she hurried to greet her husband at the door.

Ignoring her he went to make himself a drink. With his back to her and sitting, he continued to drink and be silent. He couldn’t face to tell her the truth. For months now he thinks their marriage has run its course. He tried to find days and times to express his truth, the truth became harder to tell when they learned she was pregnant.

So he comes out and tells her he wants a divorce and leaving her for another woman. Rumor of that story is the woman was a close friend to my aunt. Even back then who could you trust.

At the moment he his continuing to talk my aunt isn’t hearing anything. Six years of marriage and he decided he wanted it to be over. What about the child they were having? How could he do this?


Fast forward 57 years later my aunt never told a soul the real story to what happened to her husband. She would always wink and say with a smile “I’ll never tell”.





















