You know that lonely one you see in the pub,
the one who tells you of lost love.
The wife or hubby however it fits, you’ll know all the tricks.
The one who says, if only it wasn’t for the children,
I swear I’d leave its just that they’d grieve,
what would they do without me to take care of them too?
I know I seem to be drinking, of late,
but hey its not me,
I’m just struggling don’t you see, listen a story I’ll weave.

Did anyone ask the spouse about this, did they even care, if anything was true?
or just believe what they wanted to percieve?
I mean why would they lie to you?

Did anyone look in the eyes and see the one who cried,  who cared to share.
The one who cooked and cleaned,
washed and ironed the clothes, for his, her, work,  week, 
the children fed, watered, put to bed exhausted,
telling them stories of make believe excuses ..
The one who pampered to every need, bent over backwards, turned upside down, to try and get that sad man/ woman, that you now see,
sitting in the pub going why me?
To really see how they destroyed the family.
Who benefitted? or got to feast?
for he/she had lots of distractions that got his/her actions.

Oh yes distractions, now where was I,
yes he/she doesn’t love me,
blah blah blah, surely you know how this story will go, picture it where ever you see fit,
you know the script,
wherever there energy wants to go,
it goes, with no control, 
to the next one, and on and on,  it trolls, weaving that same story. 
However you see your life,
Please.
Don’t sit there,
crying, why me?
why me?
look inside, don’t hide, you’ll see it can’t be,
Why me? 😉