I think I understand our subtle hatred
  for each the other. How long can we live
  in each other's shadow before you disappear?
  I had your children bloated while you took
  a lover. I ached for suicide but went nuthouse.
  Shrinks and pills and shocks convinced me to
  put my head in our gas oven and let it go.
  I always thought of our children 'til the end.