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 “our” room, and just have his way.
Every time I look in Trey’s eyes, I see Jonas staring back at me
I cry, and Trey wonders what’s wrong with Mommy
Sometimes Jonas gives in, and stays the night
Trey wakes up the next morning thinking everything’s 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 I’m left holding our child, who cries like it’s the first time he ever left
Trey struggles to run to him as I clutch him to my breast.
My heart feels torn, I don’t 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
That’s my husband, and I’m supposed to be his wife!
How did we go wrong, what happened to us?
How did we get to the point where our “love” is now just lust?
Tomorrow he’ll return, with Trey and his overnight bag
And I’ll try to remind him again of what we once had
If I’m lucky, he’ll give in, he’ll cave, he’ll bite
And Jonas will be mine again – if only for one night.

WHO ARE THE VICTIMS NOW
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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.