“Every woman fantasizes about killing her husband,” I said.
“Javiera, why do you torture me?” said Carlos, my husband.
“I too have the same desire, but I’m determined to make it a reality.”
“Are you kidding me?” he said.
“When we separate, you won’t get a peso of my money, you’ll see. That’s the way things are.
I was ordering my baby’s last meal from the drive-thru of a fast food place.
The little one deserved a big delicious bounty of food, death-row style, but I only had enough money in my account for the procedure.
I also had to plan ahead for an extra charge just in case my girlfriend was Rh-negative.
If that was the case then they’d have to administer medication to make sure any future pregnancies weren’t affected.