He has come once again,
To take my children out.
But this time,
It’s for them to see his new kid.
The (My) children are excited.
They want to see the kid.
They like babies.
I’m scared they’ll leave me
To be with him
Despite him leaving us,
And as much as I feel blood thinking it,
He has been a good father.
And the children love him.
I see as they turn to gauge my expression,
To know what to reply to their dad.
They love him,
But they also don’t want to hurt me.
I school my face into a smile,
And watch as they turn to their dad
Enthusiastic to meet his new child,
While I’ll be here
Unable to not torture myself
With the images of my children,
Caressing the child of the woman
That destroyed my home.
That took my man.
That sucked everything I had worked for in our marriage.
That makes me think I’m not enough,
And that I’ll never be.
Holding back the tears,
I watch as the children go out the door first,
As he looked at me for a while,
Looking like he wanted to apologize,
But then only nodded at me,
DEDICATED TO THE GOOD WOMEN, WHOSE HUSBANDS HAVE LEFT THEM, IN SEARCH FOR NON EXISTENT BETTER PASTURES.
Hi everyone, this is my response to the daily prompt, enthusiasm.
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