A few days ago, while Scuba Man and I were running errands, the conversation turned to killing. I said I didn’t think I could ever kill someone unless they were hurting someone I love.
Scuba Man’s comment was ‘I could kill Obama.’ He proceeded to rant about how he could kill Obama amidst me asking ‘Seriously? You could kill someone?’.
I must have looked at him like he was crazy. I didn’t know this man who was sitting next to me in the truck! This was not the man I met and fell in love with more than 21 years ago. That man wouldn’t kill someone out of hate, just for what that person believed in.
I started to get a little scared at this aspect of my husband. I truly could not believe he was saying this. The thoughts running full speed through my head were doubts about how I could not know this about him.
My thoughts tumbled so fast! I thought ‘I can’t live with this person! I don’t know who he is.’ He has never expressed anything like this hatred toward anyone before. What brought this on? What was the trigger? Should I be worried that he might follow through with this? That’s how serious his tone was. That’s how much hate was in his voice.
I was in disbelief. I asked him “Who are you and what did you do with my husband? I know you don’t like Obama’s politics, but that’s no reason to want to murder the man!” His response:
“Obama? I meant Osama! You know, bin Laden? The guy that murdered all those people on 9/11? Not the president, silly. But yeah, their names are close…”
And suddenly, amidst all the laughter, my husband was back.