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I didn't ask for that pristine wedding gown,
that carefree honeymoon.
For my fairy tale was just a gold ring.
I didn't ask for the ridicule, belittlement,
your cold, icey, disapproving stares of disgust.
I didn't ask to be the owner of your unhappiness.
Your claims that I diminshed your quality of life.
I didn't ask to overhear the words you said to our little one
as your ex-wife drove away....'that lady used to love me'.
I didn't ask for little by little, for you to dismantle
my already broken soul.
For you gave me love only under condition.
Was I so disappointing?
Was I so undeserving?
I tried, tried, tried so hard.
For I never knew I was so destructive.
Someday you'll get what you didn't ask for.
Cathleen Hodgkinson
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