Voil?! A pregnany is now part of your legal medical record. Invite pregnant idiot into your home and ply her with lemonade. You know what's hard? Faking a pregnancy. You need to package yourself so that people will truly mourn your loss. With the help of the unwitting, bump up your life insurance. Secretly create some money troubles: credit cards, perhaps online gambling. Harvest the details of her hundrum life and cram her with stories about your husband's violent temper. To fake a convincing murder you have to have discipline. He took and took from me until I no longer existed. Nick Dunne took my pride and my dignity and my hope and my money. And my lazy lying shitting oblivious husband will go to prison for my murder. My cute, charming, salt-of-the-earth Missouri guy. You think I'd let him destroy me and end up happier than ever? No f***ing way. Then he dragged me, penniless, to the navel of this great country and found himself a newer, younger, bouncier cool girl. He actually expected me to love him unconditionally. He became someone I did not agree to marry. And what's the point of being together if you're not the happiest? But Nick got lazy. We were happy pretending to be other people. Nick teased out in me things I didn't know existed. I ate cold pizza and remained a size two. I drank canned beer watching Adam Sandler movies. And for him, I'll admit: I was willing to try. When I met Nick Dunne I knew he wanted "Cool girl". If he likes girls gone wild, she's a mall babe who talks for football and endures buffalo wings at Hooters. She likes what he likes, so evidently he's a vinyl hipster who loves fetish Manga. She only smiles in a chagrined, loving manner.
Men always use that, don't they? As their defining compliment: "She's a cool girl". Nick loved a girl I was pretending to be. Nick and Amy will be gone, but then we never really existed. And when they find my body, they'll know: Nick Dunne dumped his beloved like garbage, and she floated past all the other abused, unwanted, inconvenient women.
#I am so much happier now that i am dead full
And after all the outrage, when I'm ready, I'll go out on the water with a handful of pills and a pocket full of stones. And if I get everything right, the world will hate Nick for killing his beautiful, pregnant wife. Finally, honor tradition with a very special treasure hunt. The spending, the abuse, the fear, the threat of violence. Start with the fairy-tale early days: those are true, and they're crucial. M?nimum three hundred entries on the Nick and Amy story. And leave a Little something behind: a fire in July? And because you're you, you don't stop there. Meticulously stage your crime scene with just enough mistakes to raise the specter of doubt. Wait for your clueless husband to start his day.
Amy Dunne: I'm so much happier now that I'm dead.
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