I only have that one poem. It's rather painful for me to read or post. It's not a funny poem, it's stark and painful, and very well-written. If you read it and thought someone like Edith Wharton wrote it, you would think, "Man what a terrible and tragic marriage she must have."
You can email me at theoden.king@hotmail.com since neither of us have our own threads. I'll tell you about the poem, but I won't publish it on a forum.
Oh yeah...here's a thought that had me livid today.
When this all came down in March 2006. My wife gave me the "I'm really questioning our marriage" speech but neglected to tell me that one of the reasons she was condsidering leaving me was that she and my best friend had realized that they were "connected" in a very spiritual/emotional way. In other words they were already in an emotional affair and had acknowledged it to each other. She had suggested pursuing a romance with him, but he was still unsure at the time. None of this was revealed to me.
I, like the trusting nice guy I was, ran to my best friend and told him everything my wife said and asked for his help. (Who else was I going to run to?) Of course he never told me about their "spiritual connection". I remember sitting in a coffee shop with him, crying. I remember my words, "My wife and children, I know it's not perfect, but they are all I have." I was sobbing. I took off my wedding ring, and asked him, my best friend, who was a seminary student, to bless it. He did.
Four months later he started sleeping with my wife.
