I wasn't going to give up, not yet.
That was my mindset that day,
(after I'd gotten over the initial shock and your surprisingly irate responses.)
I was going to win you back.
It was only a phase.
You were just upset with me.
You were going to drop her like a hot potato once I'd shown you that my side was the best one.
You were going to come running back, just like in July, calling just to hear my voice.
It was the same game, just with a little twist thrown in.
Instead, that twist became a game changer.
One that I underestimated.
I thought she'd be a pawn, a pointless piece easily taken over and tossed to the side of the board, wholly incapable of toppling the King.
I don't think I've ever been more wrong.


I've tried to find my own replacement thimble in Monopoly
Or maybe substitute "spouse" in Life.
I've been bending the rules in poor attempts to win,
While shattering monotonous matches and marring ideal games.
It's no rude awakening that I've never made it past the first round.


I lost.
Pure and simple.
I'm a sore loser, always looking for a way to cheat my way back in.
I just call it a loss now.
You did another type of cheating and hey, guess what.
You can call it a win;
You didn't have to lose your money, your hotels, your deeds , or your bragging rights.
I'd call it luck, but I know you always play to win.