She washes your laundry
daily, and faithfully
ridding the stench of some woman
you sexed the night before
Folding the inseem of the
pants leg where she probably
touched you.
She prays over you're cold
dinner plate, inter seeding for
you, hoping God will still
bless you in your mess.
She sends the kids to bed.
Tell them daddy is working late
again and misses you, although
you never called home to check.
You grab tissues blowing
your nose, blaming it on some
cold that caught you, and she
hopes it not the type of
the disease you can't just
roll over and "catch".
She moans and claws your back
with one hand, and under her pillow
she firmly grips an Oscar award.
She hates to lie and pretend during sex
But its the only way she can still lie
with you. Honoring her marriage
vows to the fullest.
Silhouettes of random women prance in
her head like some sick Christmas movie.
She wishes she could see faces so
her brain signals could relate the pain
more efficiently to her chest.
To relieve some hurt, she removes
her favorite shirt you wear from the
rinse cycle, smells it and
hugs it tightly while it still has
some honesty left.
Nostalgia does have a scent.
Holidays aren't the same since you've
graced her home with adultery's presence.
Some family and friends are fooled
by your display of public affection.
But not everyone is republican.
And if your marriage could be voted
on every four years you wouldn't
even be considered for re-election.
It's a sad analogy, but you're marriage
is like retiring from a job after the
45 years minimum,
never took a day off,
always on time,
employee of the month countless times.
And all she gets is a
"thank you letter, and that
cheap a*s gold watch
for her efforts.
It's a shame a watch has more
value than you're marriage.
And the only reason she stays
is not for the kids, her morals,
or some form of righteousness.
It's simple...
She was raised this way to wash and
fold her problems away long before
you came.
Welcome to the hereditary cycle.