From the parlor to the hall, from work and back again. The evil stare you give or take, the unconscious pushing self down farther to get away. Is it food? Is it sex? Do you concur when you should speak up?
Day after day year after year....till you have built this picture of what is supose to be. The happy, loving marriage , church on sunday, work on Monday. Professional family, well respected. The words you speak are well groomed, promises kept.
My dishes were done, the socks were folded in the draws, the children happy, well fed clean. but yet you left for something i could never feel ......never see.
Now here I am on the other side . Is this what you sought out ?
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