Relationships: Don’t Break Up – Kill Them Instead


Relationships: Don't Break Up - Kill Them Instead

I don’t know how to explain relationships these days.  Maybe I should be more specific, the state of relationships today.  Couples argue, separate and divorce on a regular basis, but lately there seems to be another solution for people wanting out of a relationship gone bad.  Murder.

Whether they are killed on the sly, or in the middle of a busy office, or at home in time for the six o’clock news, we hear about one party of a relationship doing away with the other more frequently than ever.

What drives a person to kill?  Even worse, kill someone they profess to have loved?  Is it hate?  Is it insanity?  Is it the need to avenge a broken heart?  I certainly don’t have the answer and I can tell you I’ve had some rather, interesting, shall we say, breakups.

Take my ex-girlfriend Melinda.  Smart and beautiful, my family and friends were constantly telling me what a great catch Melinda was.  I enjoyed Melinda’s company but the way she would react, when things did not going her way, used to make me nervous.

After a year and a half, I was tired of Melinda’s Jekyll and Hyde routine and decided to end the relationship.    I was no dummy, or so I thought, so I invited her out to dinner and tried to end things gently.  Melinda seemed to take it all in stride, even agreeing that the relationship had been going nowhere the last few months.  I was relieved.

We actually laughed and joked over dinner and I wondered if I was making a mistake by breaking things off.  When I drove her home, she asked me to check her apartment building lobby before she got out of the car because a strange man had been hanging out there occasionally.  Thinking nothing of the request, I got out and checked the lobby.  When I found it empty, I waved for her to come inside.

Melinda kissed me on my cheek, told me to keep in touch and headed toward the elevators.  Upon my returning to me car I found that Melinda had been very busy.  The leather car seats of my Volkswagen Jetta, had been shredded to bits.   Did I kill Melinda?  Of course not.  I did briefly think about blacking her eye, but instead I settled for calling the police.

Carment Montenegro - City of Ontario Police Dept

Carmen Montenegro - City of Ontario Police Dept

A couple of weeks ago a reporter on the morning news was relating a story about a California woman, roughly fifty years of age, who was caught carting around a dismembered body in a trash can.  The police seem to think the body may belong to the woman’s ex-boyfriend who had been reported missing a few weeks earlier by his family.  What makes this tale even more bazaar is that apparently the dismembered body had been buried and the woman dug it up to transport it, via trash can, to a family member’s house where she asked them to help her dispose of the body parts.

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I’m no shrink, but an insanity plea doesn’t seem likely.  I have looked the story up on the internet since seeing it on the news.  Not very many details are provided.  I was hoping for an explanation.  What would cause a woman of fifty to hack up her boyfriend?  Did he play pull my finger one time to many?