My name is Ashley Davies and this is my life in sixty minutes or less.

Not really, but this is my short journey of love and pain and the whole…shebang!

Okay anyway, I grew up in California with an absent mother, alcoholic father, and a judgmental older sister. All of that makes for a really crappy childhood.

The only solace I had in life was school and my best friend turned husband, Aiden Dennison.

*swoon*

*gag*

*cough*

Moving on…

We met in the 2nd grade and were instant best friends after he chased away a killer butterfly I had been running from. Through grade school we were inseparable and sometime around Jr High/Freshman year we began dating. I have to admit that we both had our fair share of whimsical romances, always double dating and hanging out together then one day it all just changed.

He walked me home after school, asked me to be his girlfriend, I said "yes," and that night he called me right before I had fallen asleep just to say "goodnight…girlfriend" and I fell in love.

Simple as that.

He was the best boyfriend I could ever ask for. I loved his family and they loved me just the same. They were a much better role model of what I wanted in my future than my own dysfunctional family so most of my time was spent at the Dennison household. They even gave me a key and let me sleep in the guest bedroom most nights. By our senior year I pretty much lived there and while my family didn't have a care in the world for my well being, the Dennison's made sure I kept high marks and Aiden and I had already been accepted to our dream school in West Virginia.

Every summer we worked at any and all odd jobs you could imagine to save enough money to get an apartment near the campus and with his full ride football scholarship and my academic full ride scholarship we had nothing else to really worry about.

After graduation celebrations we were packed and on the road to our new home for four years. We drank too much, partied too much, and studied even harder. Oddly enough I finished half a semester before Aiden but there was no way I could talk myself into leaving him here all alone because I was in love and we had just gotten engaged the beginning of that year .

I was ecstatic about everything.

His mom had been to visit more than usual with the claim that she had occupational rights as our wedding planner. I couldn't love her more because between working two jobs and having the social life I had I didn't have the time to think of the small details that she worked on.

After much debate, and to Aiden's break down to giving up, the date was set.

The people were invited.

The rehearsals had begun

And the day had come and gone all too quickly but not in the slightest bit unforgettable.

That was the day I found out I was pregnant with Arin.

She was the most beautiful baby girl I could ever ask for and spoiled rotten I tell you. To this day I don't think she knows the word 'no.'

Fast forward a year and a half

I now introduce my sweetheart of a baby boy, Addison.

I'd give the world to my children but combine being a housewife with two destructive children, a turned workaholic husband, and maintaining my title as a successful graphics and fashion designer, you can kind of picture what I looked like the day I decided I had lost my mind and took my children and moved back to Los Angeles out of the blue.

Over the past year or so Aiden had been absent and negligent in our relationship as well as in his children's lives so I took the three things I hoped he cared most about and left without looking back.

That was one of the best and most difficult decisions I've ever made in all my 24 years of life.

It took over a week for him to realize we were gone and not coming back. That broke my heart more than anything that he was such a dumbass. I couldn't stand the sight, mention, or faint scent of that man. Here I am wasting away with a man I had given basically my life and he doesn't care enough to even notice that his family has left him.

I would love to say that he fought for us.

Cried tears over me leaving him and taking away his children.

But even though he was everything at a point in time I was no longer in love with him and he had fallen out of love with me and we were just simply living a marriage of lies and disappointment.

A few months later when I'd cried more than I cared to admit, I picked myself up enough to go "home" and move our things out of "our" house. I'd spoken to Aiden a few times just to make sure that he wouldn't be home when I made arrangements to move things out.

I don't think I could stomach seeing his face.

But I did.

With his secretary.

In OUR bed.

He was making love to another woman so soon after I left him, without a care in the world, not even for his own children.

I felt disgusted.

Used.

Hurt.

And then…

Angry.

So that's why I killed him.

It was a slow death, you know the kind where you bake him his favorite dessert, add a little SOMETHING extra to it, and leave a dirty note from "his secretary" about how she baked him some special treat and yada yada yada.

Of course I felt terrible after the first few minutes watching him but I felt like this man betrayed me in every way possible and payback is a mutherfucker.

I win Aiden Dennison

I win at life

I win at love

I win at death

See you in hell

You bitch!

*evil laughter*