Bird and the Goliath Tarantula

They say he felt insecure, Killers never are. It's being too secure that drives them.
Sweat-ridden hands wielding a swiss army knife, Thoughts reeling in my head both demented and anger-ridden.
"I'm going to jail, God Damnit Susan, I'm gonna go to jail."
Slammed my fist on the counter
"You couldn't just shut up, Complaining. Complained about how bad of a husband I am for not simply cleaning my dishes"
I took ahold of her fine china set neatly on the drying rack throwing it at her with every word I spoke.
I gave you everything and all you women do is complain.
I held the last plate glancing at my reflection thinking of the backlash.
What they would do to me.
"It was a crime of passion."
"I never would do this..."