Like On Facebook, It's Complicated, But Real Life Poem by Sandra Dodd

Married with children,
not a union
from hell or heavn above.
He works his business,
I make the grub.
We have our children,
a reason to love.
They keep us busy all day
In the bedroom watching
CNN for excitement
water bottle for warmth

He lost his kidney,
his job same month
I lost my independence,
my home to myself
Everyday together?
How will we survive?
Surprised I kind of like it,
Think I’ll be nice.

He brought me coffees,
I wondered what’s up?
I saw him trying,
wished he would stop!
Too little to late
now to buy into me.
I like it the way it is
wish he would just let it be
He ignored my indifference
and continued to strive
to be the husband I wished he would be.
I think that my husband
has made me his job!
Oh my God
my husband wants to
make me his bride!
So really weird
now to be falling
so hotly in love.

We have bought some houses
at a profit did sell
We coached some teams did
they did okay
We raised three kids
that aren’t going to jail
some other peoples too
they’re doing swell
Good to our parents
my granny to
But somewhere in all that
we forgot what it was
A marriage of two
not a charity fund

Now there is passion
caring laughing all day
don’t fight about small stuff
petty is done
How long we have now
no one can tell
He won my heart, wow!
I’ve got his back!

We cant believe
20+ years have gone by
If we could do it over
we’d loved all along
So read this know
it could have been done
Just we were to stubborn
full of I’m right
Give him the loving
then he’ll take out the trash
Invest in her fully
and she will oblige
Spend your time wisely
you DON’T know how much you have