It's quite possible and it's a theory I've given some serious consideration. (Although, I'll agree... the mere thought of it--in and of itself--is horrifying.)
When I was a sophomore in high school, I stumbled upon an email that was sent to my dad from a 26-year-old science teacher who worked with him (he was the guidance counselor). It wasn't uncommon for me to pop into his office after school just to say hey, and this lady was
forever hanging around his office... even when he wasn't in there. She would write her name on Post-it notes and leave them all over his desk and computer screen. It was so clearly obvious that she had the hots for my dad. It was so pathetic.
My parents were (
and still are) married, and she herself was a newlywed at the time. Not to mention, my dad was almost 50-years-old. I couldn't stand this woman. She always put on this sugary, sweet fake act around me and acted like we were BFFs. Then one day, she suggested I work at her husband's furniture/jewelry store over the summer. My dad was ecastatic about this prospect. I was a rebellious 16-year-old girl--who was constantly getting caught sneaking around with a boy whom I'd been forbidden to
breathe around. My dad probably thought it would keep me out of trouble, so he accepted her offer and forced me to work there. I lasted two weeks before I pulled "the water works show" and quit one sunny day around mid-afternoon. My dad was furious with me, but he got over it when I agreed to go work somewhere (
anywhere!) else.
I digress.
A few months later, I came across an email she'd sent my dad. It was one of those corny joke emails that people used to forward to their entire friend list, (this was back in the early days of
America Online ---even before it was known as AOL) but she had only sent it to my dad and added a note at the bottom. Her note said something like... "I better stop sending you these inappropriate jokes, old man! Har har har. Someone might get the wrong idea about us."
Lemme just tell you.
I saw RED. I was
LIVID! Not only was I mad at that piece of garbage for emailing my dad, but I was also mad at my dad for not defending my mother's honor and putting that hoebag in her place. I never mentioned the email to my dad (& he certainly never brought it up to me), but I replied to it (completely unaware she would know who sent it). As I mentioned, this was in the early days of the internet and America Online. I just assumed emails were "anonymous" unless you added your name somewhere... just like handwritten letters. I don't remember what I wrote in the reply, but I know it wasn't nice. It said something about how she might want to remember she is married, and that [insert my dad's name] is also HAPPILY married, before sending any more emails filled with skanky innuendo.
(The emails and office visits and Post-it notes stopped after that, BTW.)
Granted... I didn't go out and murder the woman. However, if I magnified the level of rage I felt back then to the level I'm sure I would have felt if I found evidence of a sexual affair of some kind... well, I can't say with 100% certainty that I wouldn't have given murder some serious thought. That level of rage... (the kind that can explode inside of a hormonal teenager who bottles up their feelings) is CRAZY, man.
