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Asphyxiation I remember when he said, 'I don't love you as much as you love me'. I was lying on our bed by the window, as raindrops bled toward the pane. It was nearly Christmas, and all the gifts had been bought and wrapped. Watching The Waltons on TV, my life was far from perfect. Married to a man who didn't want the burden of being married to me. I was simply an albatross about his neck. Yet I'd stuck mine out when we'd married. And the noose I'd made drew tighter, until I was no longer breathing. Then I realized, those brightly wrapped gifts, could not bring happiness; only my leaving.