She didn’t want to poison him, not really. Not enough to kill him anyway. But if she could make him just a little bit sick….
She heard about food poisoning on the news. It happened quite often, actually, and almost always was seen as an accidental thing. Something wasn’t cooked long enough or perhaps it had been left at the wrong temperature for too long. Produce was contaminated. It would be easy enough for him to get sick from something that he ate. And no one would point the blame at her.
After all, she was the loving wife. The one who had borne his children, who gave up her career to stay at home and raise them, who washed their laundry and picked up their toys and made sure their homework was done each evening. She was the one who made sure his dinner was hot and on the table when he came home from work each evening, who baked fresh cookies or cakes or pies at least once a week to satisfy his sweet tooth, who washed the bedding in the scented soap he liked and made his bed each morning. She did all that and more, and while she couldn’t say that she always did it cheerfully, she did do it without complaint.
And without recognition.
Not that she needed the recognition. Not constantly, anyway. An occasional, “Thank you,” or, “I appreciate all that you do for me and the kids,” would be nice. It wasn’t necessary, though. After all, it was her job as a wife and a mother to do those things, to look after the house and the children, to make his life easier.
What she would like, what would make her life easier, would be to have him come home from work and greet her with something other than criticism. Her eyes worked well—she could see that the laundry was not all folded, that there were homework papers on the table, and that a few stray action figures were resting in the corner of the living room. It made her wonder if that was how his bosses treated him, if they ignored all of the goods things he did on a daily basis and only pointed out the negatives.
Not that she could do anything about his work situation. But she might be able to do something about him. If she could only figure out how to inflict food poisoning on him without getting herself or the children sick.
That wouldn’t arouse any suspicion at all, would it?