Fuck
Well it’s constant isn’t it
This refrain
I’m drunk
Again
Like who gives a fuck
A marriage sunk
And endless affairs
Ending occasionally with tears
But mostly with relief
A tiny smidge of angst
And then a desire to meet my friend Clare
To dance dance dance
I met a man
Not even divorced
Longing in that moment for something more
But how can he have it
Even if one can see
It’d help his soul to heal
He can’t
He has a horrible, painful
Cursed process to go through
It’s gonna suck
His wife is gonna drag him
Through muck
He does not deserve
He should have known he could not serve her
And left ten years ago
But no
He thought of his daughter
And how he needed to attend to her
Care and provide and love
And help her to learn to survive
And so now he faces
A wife who condemns and
Spends masses of wasted time on painful angry
Recriminations
She doesn’t want him
But she’s so furious
So he can’t be happy
Wtf?
People can be cunts
I’m sad for them both and the daughter, 15, trapped between the two.
Her father ready to cry
Her mother wanting her father to just die
In a year or two
It’ll be over
Resolved, not fairly but done all the same
And each will have moved on in their fucked up game
The daughter
She’ll need counselling
But who doesn’t
Even if we think
We’ll be ok without it