For better or worse
Til death do us part
Broken my heart
That you caused to start.

You stole from everyone
Friends and our family.
You "borrowed" never loaned
You whined and you groaned.

Once upon a time
Before you, I had a life.
Then you came along,
Now all I have is strife.

No family, no friends
No one to get close to.
If I chance and do,
They run off, they do.

I try to make "mommy friends,"
They are "too good for me."
But I think what bothers them
Is that I'm in "slavery."

Not free to come,
Not free to go,
Not free to be
The "me" everyone knows.

In the nine years
That we've been together,
I've met other people
Who share my fears.

They say it is easy
To get up and leave
They say it just like
You put on a sleeve.

They don't tell you of shelters,
Don't tell you of papers,
Don't tell you of crying children
Don't tell you of skelter.

He b*tches because
We aren't the "perfect family"
While he plays on his phone
I watch the kids all alone.

Copyright From A Poet's Heart
12/23/14