My heart aches for you, and yet that should not be the case. You'd rather spend your time with the alcohol and drugs, and I have accepted this for far to long. Maybe if I were a 40 ounce of beer or your favorite girl crack cocaine, I could get your attention. I'm just your lonely wife that sits home every weekend while you are out and you have no thought of me or my needs. You only take me off the shelf when it's convenient for you, but this is not what I signed up for. I love you and have put you before myself in every aspect of my life, but it's time to figure out how to love me. There has been no family trips, or a normal childhood for our children. Just one big blurry mess of a marriage.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem