you’re out
with your mate’s wife.
again.
but when i call her out,
she is what she is —
herself,
her husband’s wife
and mother to a child.
that’s wonderful.
good for you.
but for me,
it’s hurtful.
i have a career,
in fact, two,
a home.
the desire
to carve a life
i was so ready
to start living
is gone.
i’ve rebuilt everything
from scratch,
with help
only from myself.
i was the fuel
through the pain
and heartbreak
that kept me going.
i was the spark
through grief
and loss
that held me in one.
i am the light
that dims
at times
but brightens
my world.
i love my husband,
i do.
but when i’m reduced
to that word,
you erase my identity
when i carry
so much wonder
inside of me.
and it hurts.
i came first.
i was born from fragments
that people left behind
and waltzed through.
i am the potion
that simmered
for years
and became
an elixir
that mends the wounds
others overlooked.
so, yes,
he is out.
not with his mate’s wife
but his friend.
the one
who is everything
i’ve just said.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 7:51 AM UTC
you’re out
with your mate’s wife.
again.
but when i call her out,
she is what she is —
herself,
her husband’s wife
and mother to a child.
that’s wonderful.
good for you.
but for me,
it’s hurtful.
i have a career,
in fact, two,
a home.
the desire
to carve a life
i was so ready
to start living
is gone.
i’ve rebuilt everything
from scratch,
with help
only from myself.
i was the fuel
through the pain
and heartbreak
that kept me going.
i was the spark
through grief
and loss
that held me in one.
i am the light
that dims
at times
but brightens
my world.
i love my husband,
i do.
but when i’m reduced
to that word,
you erase my identity
when i carry
so much wonder
inside of me.
and it hurts.
i came first.
i was born from fragments
that people left behind
and waltzed through.
i am the potion
that simmered
for years
and became
an elixir
that mends the wounds
others overlooked.
so, yes,
he is out.
not with his mate’s wife
but his friend.
the one
who is everything
i’ve just said.
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