To my husband, I’m persona non grata In his screwed-up brain, I don’t really matta It all just makes me feel real sadda But I’d be a lot betta If I could just kick his assa
I wrote this poem just before he moved out. I shared this with him the night before he left. He thought it was pretty funny. It really helped me get through some hard times.
Me: 57 H: 58 M: 35 T: 38 3 Grown Children; 2 Grand Girls BD: July 2019 He left: January 2020 Summer 2020: "Risen from the pit of despair"
