Start By Crying
It’s your husband, you’re planning on stabbing him in the back with a knife, unless you’re some sort of monster without feelings. you ought to be upset.
Pick Up The Knife
It might be comforting to use your favourite kitchen knife. Also, your familiarity with this tool increases the odds that your stabbing will be successful.
Close Your Eyes
What you’re about to do is terrible, it’s best not to look.
Open Your Eyes
When you realize that you’re liable to stab at the air rather than your beloved if you keep your eyes closed.
Prepare To Stab Your Partner
Then pull back at the last second because ultimately, you really really don’t want to sink a knife into their back.
Try To Stab Your Husband Again
This only happens after some encouragement from your spouse and more crying
Successfully Poke The Tip Of The Knife Ever So Gently Into Your Other Half’s Back
So lightly in fact that it doesn’t break the skin.
Press Harder With The Knife Until You Stab Your Husband
This part may be accompanied by a turning of your stomach.
This actually happened – I totally stabbed my husband. Tex boasts many wonderful qualities and charms; the ability to jump off a rolling horse, a dashing head of thick hair with just enough salt in it and an almost encyclopedic knowledge of the properties of metals. However, he has extremely oily skin which often erupts into angry blemishes on his back.
A couple of months ago, one such blemish grew up and had a party with a whole bunch of bacteria, so it became giant and infected. Causing Tex to turn to me and say “You’ll have to lance this. It’s easy; I’ll go sterilize the paring knife” in that calm, confident way of his that convinces me to do things I otherwise wouldn’t, like mercilessly murder lobsters or shoot a gun. Tex then spent twenty minutes hunched underneath the best light in our apartment, trying to convince me that I was brave enough the stab him. I cried and resisted the entire time, it was like the lobsters all over again only thankfully no one died.
Addendum: For once Tex’s near eidetic memory failed him and when he saw what I was typing he said in a panicked tone “Are you mad at me? Can we find another way to solve this?”
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