I really wanted to be funny today, but I heard on the news that those poor little boys didn’t die instantly. They had hatchet marks on their necks, and they actually died of smoke inhalation. So they lay there, horribly injured, while their father brought in another container of gasoline and lit it, and then they choked to death.
I hope God has an especially deep, dark pit for parents who murder their children. And narcissists who think their children couldn’t possibly want to live without their narcissist parent. To all the narcissist potential child murderers out there: You really aren’t that important. No one really cares about you, thinks about you, wants to be with you nearly as much as you care about yourself. So do the world a favor and just kill yourself. Leave the kids out of it. They’re actually perfectly fine living on without you.