My journal of Abba's and The Beatles music, short stories and poems for a contest. |
| She loved him since she was seventeen. She married him at nineteen. Now, she's 50, two beautiful grown girls. One has a baby boy and another is expecting. One of us is crying. One of us is lying. The woman's husband is having an affair with a thing that has no scruples and loves doing drugs. He flaunted her in front of his wife. He rides a motorcycle and doesn't care about his wife, his daughters or grandkids. A divorce is happening. Sorry for herself, feeling stupid, feeling small. She has her friends and I pray for her. Staring at the ceiling. Wishing she was somewhere else instead. She moved into her late father's house. She will make it. She is strong and I pray she finds love again. As for him, he'll be sorry someday. He will. ** Image ID #2084558 Unavailable ** |