It’s funny

I’m always so determined to write in here and then I never do.  It’s emotionally exhausting to reexamine what I’m going through enough to put it down in word form. 

I’d like to do a "recap of 2011" post but the truth is I’ll probably never get to it.

I wrote this, though.  It’s not great, but it’s somewhat of a summation of my perception of my husband’s addiction.

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  That’s even the title, since I couldn’t come up with anything better.

I guess there’s still time.  We’ll see if I can force myself to be more verbose later in the day/evening/night.

 

Addiction

I watch

you leave us for

Her.  Escape

 

into her arms where she wraps you and claws

herself into your place.

 

Usurper.

 

The minute she

touches

your tongue all you hear

are poison sweet promises of

“justthislasttimeandthenI’llbefine.”

Her words, not yours.

 

She takes you away and you let

her.

 

You let her.