Trying to kill your wife so the police will come and take you away from your wife.
If any man out there understands this on any level, go check yourself into a 12 step program before you read another sentence.
Perhaps the Florida man in our story didn’t recognize the warning signs.
Blind Rage. Intense Anger. Unfathomable Hate.
Warning sign number one: If you are walking around and you look down and your fist is clenched and you are holding a crow bar looking for something to smash.
STOP.
Perhaps the idiot in this story has bad arch supports and was unable to walk away from his visage. Perhaps the dumb ass in this headline tried to drive away, but his car battery was dead.
Rather than act out his insane fantasy, couldn’t he have poured himself a shot, or kicked the dog. Anything would have been better than this…
DATELINE: NEW PORT RICHEY, Florida
MAN TRIES TO KILL WIFE, THEN SURRENDERS.
Thankfully, the wife survived. She tells police officers her husband tried to strangle her.
The Crazy part of this story; he doesn’t even try and deny it. In fact, he encourages the forthcoming incarceration.
“Arrest me,” Christopher L. Bukowski, 39, told officers. “I did it.”
“Did what?”
“Tried to kill my wife”
“really?”
“arrest me, get me outta here, I’ll explain it all later!”
The poor bastard was waiting for the cops with his hands out, just praying to be taken away from the ire of his existence. That IRE is listed in the police report as Victim: AKA Mrs. Christopher Bukowski.
The New Port Richey Police Department did not say what caused the argument between the couple who have been married five years.
But if you’ve been married for even five minutes, you might understand.
The difference between you and Mr. Bukowski is he was unable to resolve his inner turmoil. His demons took him to the edge and put a monkey wrench in his hand and said “swing away.”
As you married folk know, the key to keeping the murder rate down is to turn your cheek. Yes Dear. Walk away. You’re right dear. Turn on SPORTSCENTER. Yes I should have bet more at the blackjack table, dear.
The problem is when your mind gets saturated with high octane anger and emotion, things get fuzzy. Like a bull who only sees the red cape, and doesn’t see the matador with the big knife, you can lose track of the moment and let something minor overwhelm you.
There are ways to compensate. Go out for a smoke. Take a walk. Do a shot.
If your hands are around your beloveds throat, let go!
While the officer gathered paperwork for the investigation, Bukowski blurted out “I choked her.”
Here’s my favorite line in this debacle. The officer asked him why he did it. His response: “If you were married, you would understand.'”
If you were married you would understand. How honest is that?
Hey Bukowski, if you make bail, go stay with your brother. Get a motel room. Take a vacation and go for a drive.
Divorce is a reasonable option. Murder is frowned upon.
And that is crazy.