Marriage Vows Outdated

That day they said "I do" she truly thought that she would

always feel the way she did that day.

Sadly, twelve long years have passed and a lot of things

have been thrown in the way.

All the girls at his job wanted to fuck him, to get him in their bed

as he promised her nothing like that would ever happened, she found out

later that he lied, for he did, she was certain of at least two.

Secrets kept hidden from her, disgusting things he

requested, almost demanded of her only daughter.

How could he even think such things when he was now a

step-father?

He was asking a twelve year old little girl to be a

surrogate, to have sex, to carry his child.

Did he honestly think it would happen?  This man had gone

completely insane, his mind running wild.

He punished the kids with spankings, fear and taking their

things away.

And, what did he hope to accomplish with the sledgehammer

in her daughter's room that day?

She lost her first husband who sadly killed himself; still,

he had been her children's true father and Dad, so,

what gave him the right to talk about someone when all the

words he'd spoken were bad?

He'd promised to never hurt them, so the question is, what

the heck was he doing when he held her youngest son against

the wall by his fragile, eight year old little neck?

He wonders why now that they are all grown... why they

avoid him, how does it feel being left by yourself?

Hope he enjoys being all alone!

He talks about people like he knows a lot of shit,

but when it comes to the truth, he's really just a hypocrit.

He hates her sister, makes fun of her family and her sweet

Southern accent,

well, he can kiss her ass, there, that's her two cents!

He faked mental illness to get out of work,

they granted his disability...he got what he wanted but he

still acts like a jerk.

He said those words "in sickness and in health", so, why,

she asks, does he refuse to do as his doctor says and won't

take care of himself?

He wonders if she's still in love with him and why they can

no longer share the same bed.

Too many things have happened, too much hurt, he just

didn't understand her at all, the love she had for him

faded by too many mistakes, was now dead.

He tried to hide things from her, behind a locked door,

as alone, he repeated his ritual binges on coke.

She, like a fool, tried it, he was greedy, always wanted

more than she got, looking back; all her savings spent to

watch his perverted-ness...damn! he was like a sick joke.

Well, she'd had it, finally done with him.  Yes, she

remembers that coffee in the face (that shit was still hot).

So, she told him, that's all, there is no more.  Oh, and,

good luck finding someone to take her place.

Good-bye husband number two, she'd had all she could

stand.  She told him "You can kiss my ass!"

She's gone...finished, she's over you.

Finally, a second chance, to find her true identity;

freedom to live again...faint music growing clearer, as

there beneath the stars...new hands reach out to her...it's

real this time and so begins her final dance.