We are forced into situations we never dreamed were possible for us. We anticipate certain events as part of the cycle of life. Perfectly formed babies are born as a product of the ideal marriage. Death comes after retirement from a productive career, in the form of a heart attack, or through the withering of a weary soul ready for immortal rest. We anticipate unexpected events as well, but within us remain veiled predictions about what an acceptable future holds.
Murder is one of the most startling and unacceptable futures.
Somewhere in the back of our minds, murder happens to those who place themselves in compromised positions, who do not uphold the high societal standards by which we have been taught to live. We are occasionally shocked to hear about a young, innocent life ending abruptly and mercilessly by a lunatic on a rampage. What if that lunatic loved someone so much that he couldn't bear the thought of living without her. What if that lunatic decided that if he couldn't have her, no one could. The more socially acceptable name for this atrocity is domestic violence , but I call it murder .