I'm Alive.

Isn't it crazy the amount of people who kill their own people, i.e. husbands / wives, relations.
Sometimes I look at my dearly beloveds and wonder if they have it in them to do me in?
Surely not?
Although, beloved is always telling me (when there's a new murder on the news) that if he did the deed, he'd never be caught because he'd hide the body (mine!!) in the sceptic tank! Lovely!
Needless to say, I have told everyone to check there first if I go "missing".
This is all said in jest, but sometimes, just sometimes - I wonder?

Seriously though, isn't it a scary state of affairs when people who supposedly love each other can commit murder?

I am sometimes very sick of certain people in my life, but I don't think I could actually kill them. Disappear them to a gulag, yes, but kill them, no. What kind of a person would you have to be to kill someone? Maybe there's a killer in all of us given the right circumstances? What do you think?