Waiting.
I wait each week for your return.
Only to find that you get here and want to leave again.
Leave to meet 'her’.
And I feel like dirt.
Did you chose to not take me to the family event knowing that you would want to meet 'her' afterwards?
Did you leave me here to watch our teenager knowing you didn't plan to come home?
Yes, that was your plan.
You say you care for me.
And when you say it, I believe you.
I'm beginning to wonder if I believe you
Because I really want to
OR
Because it's true.
What is it?
Truth.
The truth is you don't want me.
Not really.
Truth.
I'm here to care for your home.
Your child.
Your comfort.
Truth.
I don't keep you warm anymore so you need another one.
Or maybe I'm just the old coat to warm you when no one else will have you.
I feel like a old coat tossed aside.
I don't think I can spare any warmth for you.
Since I get no true warmth in return.
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