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You close the car door as you get in the driveway. Each step shoots a ring of pain from the bundles of bunions, worn joints, destroyed cartilage, and at least five dull sources of pain you swear are probably unchecked cancers. Your nostrils flaring, heart pumping as you're in mid "kill her" fantasy in full force, so strong you aren't even consciously aware of your surroundings or even that you're at all home.
Your mind and body are barely together at all.
You open the door, and there's your wife--
"Did you check your messages? I told you to go to the store to pick up so--"
Your voice booms in an echo that nobody could believe you're able to hit, "GO TO THE ___STORE___?! AND YOU, WHAT DID YOU FUCKING DO ALL DAY?"
You instinctively take her head and SLAM it into the wall, and then grab her by the hair as she meekly tries to resist and continue to SLAM HER HEAD INTO THE WALL OVER AND OVER AGAIN UNTIL A BLOODY trail is left along the wall. As you let go, her body collapses onto the ground as you can hear her cry in pain.
Logically, consciously, you understand that what you've done is wrong; but for a fleeting moment the emotional and physical pain from your body is completely gone and you just feel SO GOOD.
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Do women emotionally understand what I've just written? To what extent do they understand the mental depravity of testosterone?