for the umpteenth time since we’ve been married
my husband left me.
Usually it’s for another woman.
Or he just gets bored.
Or I’m too high maintenance for him
This time he proclaimed “There’s just no chemistry.”
I tried everything.
I hiked up my skirt.
Wore painful heels.
Promised new moves in the bedroom.
He wouldn’t budge.
And I was left caring for our boys while he was
the big man on campus
traipsing through bars
looking for some floozy to take home.
And then I woke up.
And I. WAS. PISSED.
He acted like NOTHING had happened.
He even brewed my coffee this morning.
He kissed me, told me he loved me, and dressed our boys for school.
And all I wanted to do was smack him for cheating on me.
I’m pretty sure he would have looked at me, dumb-founded, and yelled “What the hell was that for?”
*I should really stop eating apple strudel before bed. Maybe then I can dream about puppies, rainbows and fuzzy little kittens instead.
**I love you honey.**