I remember the day that
he walked out...the day that...
he chose her...above me...
and I simply couldn't see...
what did she have that was
better than me? I found myself
juxtaposing myself with that
trailer park whore...as I watched my husband
walk out the door...
and I came to the realization...
via the manifestation of his whorish ways...that
I was predestined to see better days...so I
picked myself up and glossed my exterior...
put pen to paper and purged my interior.
Moved on with my life...no longer the
dutiful wife...mourning the years spent
cooking and cleaning...primping and preening...
sucking and fucking for a worthless ass...
those days have past and I...
took the numbers that were offered to me...
and didn't care if he could possibly see
that I wasn't sitting at home feeling sorry for self...
I put our marriage on the shelf...hell I
threw it out with yesterday's trash...
along with my love for his worthless ass.
Then came the day that I
went on my first date...and it was ... damn...
beautiful...he was 6 foot 4...and fine as fuck...
and just my poor husband's luck...
he ended up at the same theater we were at...
if you coulda seen the look on the face of this cat...
he looked like he had just run into a wall...
stumbled over his feet to the point I
thought he would fall...He was fumin' with envy...
couldn't take his eyes off me...
and so I...
wrapped my small body round this man's
masculine torso...in an effort to simply let the
soon-to-be ex husband know...
it's over and I'm through...
there's no hope for you...
but this didn't stop him from
texting me two minutes later...
"I want my family back...
go home now..." I had to...LOL...
this dude has lost his mind somehow...
NOW he wants his family back...
after HE's the one who got "off track"...?
I returned a text then shut my phone down...
"You got jokes right? Your fuckin' clown...
The kids have a sitter...I"m not going home...
now go find your bitch...and leave me alone"...
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