Brian 2

My husband Brian is in his thirties. He's a soft spoken, easy going white guy from an upper middle class family. He's going through a tough time finding a good job right now. He's currently employed but it's not paying very well. Some days he comes home and barely says 2 words to me. I try to encourage him as much as I can. I pray for him and give him specific scriptures to read throughout his day. He probably thinks I'm doing that for him but I'm not. My actions are completely self serving. I'm sure you've all heard of the middle aged white guys who've snapped. You see, I've been poor,this is all new to him. Let me paint a picture for you. He gets his check and realizes it's just enough to pay for a rifle and ammunition. He comes home kills me the children and the dogs. He has a hard time catching Ling Ling but when he does, he stuffs her in a laundry bag and beats it up against a tree until he no longer sees movement. He cuts The Colonel's head off and carries it with him to his parents house, where he kills them. He then drives up to his sister's job wearing The Colonel's head as a hat. He waits there till she gets off and kills her as she's coming out of the building. He then goes back to his parents house, still wearing Colonel's head as a hat, goes out to the backyard, stands over his childhood dog's grave and blows his brains out. After this heinous thing happens, the media gets a hold of it and talk to his friends, neighbors and co-workers. They all say how shocked they are, that they can't believe such a quiet and unassuming man like Brian could do such a horrible thing. That's why I try to keep his spirits up and always have a smile for him when he comes in the door. I also watch him very carefully. If I'm in the kitchen with my back to him when he comes home, I always turn around now.