Trifles..

When Mrs. Wright was arrested for the murder of her husband John Wright. Detectives demanded that she sit and talk to me, a Psychologist, for an hour and a half, daily. At our first couple of meetings she didn't say anything, she was as quiet as a mouse. I asked her questions such as, What was going on at the time the murder took place? If you didn't commit this crime who could have possibly done it? I asked her these questions plus many more but had gotten no response until our 5th meeting. As I began our session with the same questions that I had been asking her since the first meeting...she interrupted me before I could finish and she started to answer all the questions that she had known I was going to ask. Wright answered, "At the time of the murder out marriage was already falling apart. John was never around for me anymore, and when he did come homw he always started an argument. This time the argument was about the house not being as clean as he wanted it. I didn't understand why it was such a big deal to him since he was never there in the first place." It seemed that she started to get side tracked when she soon said, "I had been mistreated for a very long time, throughout the years. He had turned into someone that I didn't know. Years into our marriage we planned to have children but he changed his mind. I was really hurt because I felt unwanted and unloved. I think when he wasn't home, he was out with another women. Maybe he was but I didn't know for sure. Soon I bought a bird to keep me company, something that would need me and make me feel happy." She told me that "this all ties back into the story". Ms. Foster continued with her story, "When he started the argument about the house being dirty, I argued back, I had gotten more angry than I had ever gotten at him before. That was when he stormed into the den furiously and got my most prized possession. I cried, screamed, and yelled for him not to hurt my bird. He then choked the breath out of my loving bird and throw it onto the floor. I ran over to my bird and fell to the floor, wheeping." She had began crying in the meeting as if she was replaying everything that had happened during the horrible time. She paused her story as she tried to catch her composure. She started again "That was when I planned to get revenge. As "we" slept, I got up and took a rope I found from a tree from the back yard used for swing at one point in time and tied it about his neck. With all my strength I began to choke the life out of him just as he had done my bird. After I had done my deed, I sat downstairs all morning trying to keep calm, with all the thoughts about what I had done. I placed my bird in a gorgeous box and began knitting. I was so overwhelmed with my actions that I couldn't continue knitting. So I sat in the kitchen by the over for heat for the remainder of the time, until Mr. Hale walked in and saw me sitting there emotionless.

I wouldn't say that anything is wrong with Mrs. Wright at all, I also don't think that it is necessary for her to continue to meet with me, because she was only angry with him for harming something that she loved dearly, there isn't anything wrong with her. She committed a crime that she is now facing time for, that should be enough for her because she is a sane women.