You two will play house Walls awarded through divorce Which was it? Fourth spouse? His taste still wet in your mouth Now this dog will have his day Fake smile painted on Lower molars scream faux happy Pose like he’s the prize No contact with his three sons Is that what you call a man? Broken-hearted kids Sons left behind in his wake Fourteen, ten and three Plus two not-quite stepdaughters He posts a decade-old pic But will he call, text? Not a chance. And you want kids? You think he will change Villainize mother exes Women who all do without Play house together Enjoy the honeymoon phase Less harassing texts? Happily ever after Make it more believable Don’t rush to conceive You find it hard to believe But he needs to be The only child. He’ll show you How short-term he is I married him, too horrors: the night he beat me Seven months pregnant Drugs, lying, abuse, cheating When he could still blame his youth Now you, twelve years passed Think you get a second chance foiled high school love Oh he’s the same person You left for the guy with drugs Rush to the altar That’s your M.O., fifth time Will you ever learn? So desperate to be desired Disney lied about wife life Hard work that’s thankless Daily care for another Dehumanizer Equates a stay-at-home mom To “get fucked for money” How can that boy-man Love a woman tenderly? Your standards too low Feel valued only if there’s A sparkling ring finger Pretend he’s a prize See what he has to offer Foolish girl, pretend Happily ever after With the dragon, not the prince
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Never-normal, always-honest lifestyle blogger chronicling worldwide adventures, goal chasing, DIYs, and being the youngest mom on the block.
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March 15, 2023 March 15, 2023
Thought-provoking…I enjoyed it.
Thanks, Tim!