Thursday, January 9, 2025

Wine Day

 




Wine Day

 

            This is the day I drink wine

            For years and years and years it has been this day

            On patios in the city with the same friend

            Wine and talking politics and movies and kids

            Even through recent months

            She sat with me

            The two hours each week

            We shared in comradery

            Little did I know

            I was being deceived

 

            I want to believe I will go forward in my life

            More protective of my dignity

            I want to believe I can build walls and carry a shield

            That will protect me

            I want to believe I will not trust so easily again

            I trusted him and her, and her with him

            That was my greatest mistake

            But it is not in me

            To fear people without cause

            I need to learn how to see

            What it looks like

            When people are betraying me

            I don’t need shields or walls or an invisible disguise

            I just need to open my eyes

 

            I’m trying to rationalize why my hatred for her is more than for him

            What he owes me is my lifetime

                    She

            It was two hours each week of my time

                    She

            Methodically stole what was mine

                    She

            Has so much of my life in her hands

            And he’s allowing her

            To destroy me

            Destroy us

                And

                    She

            Now sleeps with my man

 

            Ask me the thing that hurts the worst

            Ask me

            It’s not the quiet

            Or the loneliness

            While those things are unbearable most of the time

            It’s not that he’s in her bed, while the thought disgusts me, torments me

            It’s not the hundreds of calls he made to her and the many he wouldn’t take from me

            It’s not even the lying they both did to my face for months, even years

            It’s not that he was with me, really with me until the moment I caught him, until the end

            It’s not the blatant abandonment of me and our family, 

                    while that runs a very close second

                It’s …

                        That he has not once said to me that he is sorry

                        Not once

 

 


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