The BreakupA Poem by papaed A divorce story my daughter married a college boy. to us their home was filled with joy. she wanted badly to make it work, so rarely made him look the jerk.
SIL would leave for work each day. DOT, with children at home would stay. late at night SIL would return expecting all that he had earned.
with good credit they bought a home, then refied, and refied that loan. new house and clothes were bought with lust. they spent and spent till they were bust.
credit cards were uncontrolled, with small payments they were lulled into believing all was swell, as they fell into the well.
with new truck and SUV they lived a life of luxury. in her home my daughter cried, but outside, her tears were dried.
all things were not as they appeared. anger’s ugly head was reared when SIL to parties would explore, while DOT had needs he would ignore.
he went to all the football games, bowling, baseball and golf were aims, he thought it OK to play so at sports and hunting he would stay.
he worked and played both day and night without concern for how uptight his wife would get working at home and wondering why he did roam.
DOT showed SIL toleration. SIL accepted with elation. a deadly cycle was begun. no one knew what was to come.
She would call to say “I love you.” “Yeah, yeah, I know you do. Anything else? I’ve work to do.” his ego and pride were what he knew.
DOT with pain to the doctor came her surgery to be explained. SIL was too busy to go with her as she was told of her cancer.
with Kemo floating through her brain, of unwashed clothes he did complain. children’s birthdays held little sway over any chance for SIL to play.
too weak to rise in bed DOT lay. “Please rub my back it hurts today.” his response when home to stay? “Rub mine, I’ve worked all day.” three children and home DOT would tend. money for bills she did not rend. when she asked for new shoes? “That’s for those who pay work dues.”
to be fair SIL played the part learned from parents from the start, that some women do not work they just stay at home and shirk.
to be fair SIL was taught that women at home are not as important as men who work ... so HIS father was the real jerk.
looking from SIL’s point of view, he’s worked hard to get what’s new. DOT just cared for things at home. what would give her the right to roam?
“All she does is spend my money and deny me when I want honey. how can I give her respect when I don’t know what to expect?”
One day DOT could take no more, but she couldn’t just walk out the door. she went in search of someone who would not leave her lost and blue.
online she defined her needs and sifted carefully through her leads. a local boy became her friend. on BOF she started to depend.
DOT was hungry for things BOF said. BOF and SIL could spin her head. when compared SIL was lacking, so she told SIL she was packing.
DOT’s family was lulled into believing that all would work ‘til she was leaving. venomous complaints and villainous guilt made closest friends and family wilt.
family and friends were not easily sold but the truth began to unfold when stories of selfish acts so bold surfaced and were finally told.
with the breakup in full swing DOT could remember no good thing. hounding creditors stirred the pot. of money there was not a lot.
pleasant words were hard to find. separate bedrooms the mess did bind. a credit 10 day trip to beach proved happiness was out of reach.
when SIL found out about BOF he finally knew all bets were off. “I was always happy.” said SIL. of course you were, you big pill.
When a couple begins to slide, both seek approval for their side. family members are usually torn. we chose to support out firstborn.
three children who would laugh and play, assuming in their home they’d stay, had several years of happiness, before their lives were made a mess.
when a mother and father separate, frustration often turns to hate. it’s a dangerous, selfish game, that no one wins and leaves some lame.
children raised to feel they’re loved find themselves being shoved between parents who are lacking rest, and using them to show who’s best.
our true colors are expressed when feeling hurt and under stress. could her husband truly be the selfish monster she could see?
on the day the divorce took place the hurt to all did not erase. adults tend to rationalize. children tend to emotionalize. all tend to internalize.
creditor’s repossessed DOT’s car, without help she couldn’t go far. her mom and I began to bleed. our conversion van fit her need.
I didn’t know I lived in a fog til’ three children, DOT, their cat and dog moved into our peaceful empty nest. now we long for a good night’s rest.
increasing our pace in life carries many moments of strife, but Christmas will be filled with a love that could only come from above.
we hope someday we’ll rejoice in the results of DOT’s choice, but for now live day-to-day and we know we’ll find the way. © 2008 papaedReviews
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papaedKansas City, MOAboutno erudite pontifications, no complex extrapolations no intentional hurtful lies, just simple age-wise aliteration and prose, of a man who's in the throes of living day to day from his head down to.. more..Writing
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