Breaking up with someone is never pleasant, even if you are the one instigating it. There’s many ways of doing it – an argument, a telephone call, even a spineless text message. Hell, I have even seen a post it note left on a mirror on a well known TV series. However, smothering your soon-to-be ex partner with one of the newly purchased, plump pillows on your shared bed whilst he snores like a fucking pig is probably not on the preferred list of ways to say “it’s over”. I would tell you that sleep was the only time I found temporary relief, however his snoring was just a constant reminder that he still existed. I had learned and memorised lots of small details about him in our four years of being together. To begin with it was out of love – the way he liked his morning coffee, his favourite meals, places he liked to visit, the list goes on. However, it would be the fact that I had learned to measure how deeply he was sleeping that would help me achieve my goal. 

There was no escaping this. He had to die and it had to be tonight. 

If you enjoyed this Prologue, then stick around – I will be keeping you updated on my progress and this will be published this year!

Cuppa of choice? A can of Pepsi Max Cherry because I’m all tea’d out for today! ❤