This wasn’t a hunting expedition, at least that’s what my husband told me when I agreed to go with him. We were in the truck when we spotted a deer about ten yards from the dirt road we were on. Before I knew it, my husband had gotten his gun out and shot the doe while still sitting in the truck. I was horrified.
Aftermath: What he did was illegal and I lost a lot of respect for him that day. I also realized just how little he respected me because he wasn’t a bit concerned about how it made me feel witnessing the kill. We divorced a year later.
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