While my husband accompanied his pure love on a hot air balloon ride in Turkey, I knelt beside the bodies of our daughter and mother-in-law, sobbing uncontrollably.
When husband's pure love returned to the States, she waltzed right in and mistakenly drank the mother-in-law's ashes, thinking it was milk tea.
My husband, assuming it was our daughter's ashes, lashed out at me:
"So what if our daughter died! Why would you set up Britta like this?"
"Truly, a woman's heart is the most venomous!"
Upon learning the truth, my husband dropped to his knees in public, slapping himself dozens of times.
Gripping pure love's throat, his face twisted with malice:
"You bitch, spit out my mother right now!"