Author : Grady Hendrix
Danny Leeds really wanted to punch his wife in the mouth. Over the last two years she had managed to cast their relationship as one where he was constantly the oppressor and she was eternally the victim. If he said anything she didnâ€™t like, it was an attack. If he told her something she was doing that bothered him, she wound up crying in the bathroom. Christ! All he was doing was trying to communicate, but now he was at the end of his rope. He was a nice guy, but if she wanted abuse, heâ€™d give her abuse.
He made an appointment with his doctor, sat down and explained the situation. His physical results were all on file from last time so this was mostly a psychiatric evaluation.
â€œYou really want to do this, Danny?â€ his doctor asked.
â€œAbsolutely. Iâ€™ve thought about it calmly and I think itâ€™s the only solution.â€
â€œOkay, but I canâ€™t sign you up for anything in the face. And I canâ€™t write you a prescription for kicking. Once sheâ€™s down, sheâ€™s down and you need to back off.â€
â€œI understand, doc. I don’t want to hurt her, I just want her to know how much pain Iâ€™m feeling inside. I canâ€™t seem to communicate it to her with words, so this is all I can think of.â€
His doctor wrote out the prescription, filed a copy with the local police and Danny went home.
He stopped off at the gym to limber up first. The last time heâ€™d had a physical therapy/psychiatric prescription heâ€™d stressed his rotator cuff and he didnâ€™t want to be back at the doctorâ€™s first thing in the morning. Once heâ€™d worked up a good sweat, he showered off, got dressed and went home. As soon as he walked in the door his wife shot him.
â€œHuh – ?â€ he said, stupidly, looking down at the hole in his chest.
â€œIâ€™ve got a prescription,â€ his wife said, waving the piece of paper. Sure she did â€“ Danny recognized the signature.
â€œDr. Harris,â€ he gasped. â€œThat hack.â€
Danny slid down the wall and sat in a pile of his own blood.
â€œDonâ€™t undermine my therapy,â€ his wife said.
Danny coughed up a gout of black blood and died before he could tell her that, once again, she was completely misinterpreting what he was saying and making him feel really, really bad and that maybe she should think about how the problems in their relationship might be partially her fault.