An Ex-Wife's Shame
by Naiomi Pitre
Sunday, August 20, 2006
Rated "PG13" by the Author.
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A woman longs for some type of connection with her ex-husband and settles for less than she deserves. See a bonus poem, Who Are the Victims Now, after An Ex-Wife's Shame.
He came today and picked up his son
Few words between us were spoken, and then they were gone.
The house feels so lonely, so quiet, so dead
Thoughts of our past fill my suddenly aching head
When he comes to get Trey, my emotions are confused
On one hand I still feel bitter, lied to, and used
On the other hand I hope and pray he would stay
Take me in what used to be ďourĒ room, and just have his way.
Every time I look in Treyís eyes, I see Jonas staring back at me
I cry, and Trey wonders whatís wrong with Mommy
Sometimes Jonas gives in, and stays the night
Trey wakes up the next morning thinking everythingís gone back right
But then his daddy leaves again, back to his new woman
Their new house, their new family, their new baby son
And Iím left holding our child, who cries like itís the first time he ever left
Trey struggles to run to him as I clutch him to my breast.
My heart feels torn, I donít know how to move on
I spend my days listening to all our old songs
When I see him with her, I die a little more inside
Thatís my husband, and Iím supposed to be his wife!
How did we go wrong, what happened to us?
How did we get to the point where our ďloveĒ is now just lust?
Tomorrow heíll return, with Trey and his overnight bag
And Iíll try to remind him again of what we once had
If Iím lucky, heíll give in, heíll cave, heíll bite
And Jonas will be mine again Ė if only for one night.
WHO ARE THE VICTIMS NOW
Crouched down in the corner of the bathroom
Consumed by sadness, enveloped in gloom
I know that the tears I cry today, I have seen before
I realize they're just remnants of the tears I cried years ago
An age of innocence lost at age five, purity stolen, wrenched away
Now I transfer that pain and somehow apply it to the fight we had today
Unknowingly, my husband now becomes the victim
My husband is the perpetrator of the most hideous of sins
Now he is the bad guy, the criminal, the one who stole my virginity
Crouched down in the corner of the bathroom, wondering when this vice shall release me.
Naiomi Pitre, Author of Broken Vows
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|Reviewed by Connie Hinnen Cook
|"Unto the woman (God) said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow & thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband..." (Genesis 3:16) This has been the curse of womankind ever since Eve. Ask God to help you redirect your heart's focus from your husband to Jesus.|
|Reviewed by Michelle Mills
|I certainly felt that one right where I live...wow. Great piece. Michelle|
|Reviewed by J M
|Moving on is hard and ending even harder there is more involved than the physical the soul is wounded and needs to heal. A stronger pain than physical fo you can not see the effects but are reminded.. This is painful prayers.
|Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
|Sometimes we need to rewind the clock..|