Reflective Essay: The Most Beautiful Day Of My Life

It was the most beautiful day ever. Not a single cloud was in the sky. It was a Saturday in June, I am sitting outside on the patio furniture across from my husband. His mind seems to be somewhere else. He never wants to do anything but sleep, eat all day, or watch television. He is so boring I cannot believe I married this. He becomes alert as I drop the bag of Scrabble letters onto the glass table. I carefully draw my letters and begin trying to construct a word. I come up with “start” for 21 points. He glares at me and sloppily drops 6 letters on the board. “Jinxed” is what he plays for 30 points. He is beating me right now and I cannot fathom it. I have never lost in Scrabble so I immediately start panicking. I play “dehydrate” for 30 points.

He seems to be getting more competitive as the game goes on. He is no longer slumped back in his chair, he is level with the table and is swinging his legs back and forth. I play, “stub” for 15 points. His bare foot slams into the center of our table and he stubs his toe. I am trying to not to laugh hysterically. I hate him so much at times. We both know what is going on with this game but neither of us choose to discuss it. It is now a competition and I cannot lose. He lays down “eat” for 7 points. I reach for the bowl of grapes and take one. I play “choke” for 14 points. Moments later he plops a grape into his mouth and looks at me with fear in his eyes. His hands wrap tightly around his neck and he is gasping for air. At first I am confused until I realize he is choking. He falls out of his chair and hits his head hard on the cement. His face is turning purple and he looks up at me frightfully. I am totally blindsided by what is going on. Seconds later he is no longer wollering around on the ground or wailing frantically. He is motionless and gone. At first it is hilarious. How dare he think he could beat me in Scrabble? The longer I sit there the more nervous I am getting. Maybe I overreacted. Did I honestly just try to kill my husband over a game of Scrabble? Who am

If I could use the game to kill him, I could use the game to bring him back. I sort through the letters and form “nevermind” for 35 points. It doesn’t work. I then try, “alive”. I look down at him just hoping this miracle will happen. I almost give up when I hear him panting on the ground. He slowly gets up and looks around curiously. He has no idea what happened. I quickly slide the game behind the bushes. He is still quite out of it so I tell him that he fainted while he was out watering the grass. I could not let my own husband know I tried to murder him. He believes me and I take him inside to care for him. I am disgusted with myself that I let it get that bad. After he is asleep and stable, I go and find the game still hidden in the bushes. I light a match and watch it go to flames. The game I have always enjoyed has turned me into a