Footballer's Wife

My life is full of riches and fame,
My husband is part of a famous footballing team,
I stay at home and care for our children,
All was seeming well for a time.

Five months into our marriage,
A newspaper prints me naked in bed.
I am left outraged and astonished,
My husband arrives home and demands a reason.

We argue and argue for days on end,
My cheeks covered with the tears that fall,
My ears aching with the shouting,
My throat sore with the crying.

My family offer my support and guidance,
His friends spit at my feet.
I look out of the window and people scowl at me,
Why has this started? When will this end?

I go to watch my husband play,
It seems harmless at first,
He has a great talent,
He has great potential.

But there was that man, that evil man.

The man that showed my flesh to the nation,
I ask why he had done to me,
He replies "Well love, that's part of the job"
I misunderstand at first.

But it is all clear now,
I will divorce from my husband,
As I now know,
Being a footballer's wife isn't a great job to do