The days are so long and the nights are even longer. The 50 minutes travel home from a hard grueling encounter we call work, my mind drifts in and out with thought of her which bring a tear or two to my eyes with no control of my action. I loved her with my heart, soul, and my being, I stand here before you a broken man, an empty shell if you will of a man I use to be. I did all I thought she wanted with flowers, candy, gold, diamonds and all my love but it was not enough for her and I don’t understand why the 20 year waits? Why not sooner? Maybe the old expression, “Some women are like monkey, never letting go of one branch till they get a good grip on the next.” It pains me so much because if it was me that cheated and had a baby by another woman, I would be the biggest ----- that ever walked this God given green earth but being it was a woman that hurt a man, she’s a hero. And I know there are always three sides to a brake up, my version, her version and the truth. But I’m the one here alone; she on the other hand has her new baby and her new man to lays up in his arms. It hurts and the pain is unbearable if I don’t get over this I will break down and then there will not be any chance of recovery. |
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