For 7 years I watched her take you for granted. For 7 years I watched as you worked and traveled Monday thru Friday so that she could have the “lifestyle”. For 7 years, I waited for my time with you, a day here, sometimes 2. For 7 years, I cherished every morning that I got with you, drinking coffee just sharing the morning after an amazing night dreading the kiss goodbye. For 7 years, I watched you anguish over our affair…because what if your daughter found out. For 7 years I stood by you no matter what the problem was. For 7 years, I loved you unconditionally, I let you take me for granted. I let you put me in my place, I let you use me for whatever emotional trauma you were going through, I let you.... For 7 years I waited until maybe one day we could be together “in the day light” and I wouldn’t have to be ashamed. For 7 years I waited for you to pick me.
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