Of all the times I held your hand, the last time left me empty.
Of all the times I kissed your lips, the last time felt clumsy.
Of all the “I love you’s,” only a few were real.
Knowing all of this, how does that make us feel?
Of all the times you cried, when did you want sympathy?
Of all the times I cried, you didn’t think to repay me?
Of all the times you used me, ***** donor was the least preferred.
You and I can both agree that our heaven was a curse.
Of all the times we sought happiness, did we think to include each other?
Of all the times we had success, did we congratulate one another?
So many times our emotions dominated, but we decided to ignore.
I guess that’s why suddenly I didn’t see you anymore.
I’ve yet to think that either of us will ever fully recover.
Perhaps you wanted a servant, but I wanted a lover.
Neither of us understood the concept of marriage well.
I should have seen this coming when we entered a blissful hell.
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It's been about 20 months since my wife left me. We're still waiting on the divorce to finalize. Even though I've come a long way, and we're civil, I write about the pain of it because it might be useful for someone else to know they're not the only ones who've been through something traumatic like this.
