As i sit here and listen to a wife who ruins my life...
On many an occasion i have heard her say that 'she wished she were dead'.
I on the other hand, wish that i was dead instead...
I wish that i never ever have to hear these nagging words'We can't get along'.
That would be a nice title of a 'song of break up of the heart'...
'We can't get along' song.
What a wonderful song...
'We can't get along'.
Now, is this fact, or is it wrong? ...
My wife and i fight like cats and dogs.
Same old, same old, silly love not silly of songs...
Not a day goes by that my heart seems to suffer with aches and breaks.
She is choking away my quest for life...
Why not, after all-She is my darling, giving, smart-assed wife.
This is quite a predicament to say the least, I hope that you can find peace in all this, somehow, somewhere, and with no pain to get there Love duncan X
My X used to say sweet death can not come to soon, so after contemplating I decide his death should be... replaced with divorce...lol Funny though he still is trying, guess he misses the cat fights...lol Thanks for the reminder, I did enjoy this read.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This marriage sounds familiar. Not mine but of two members of my family. I often wonder why people stay in these sorts of marriages. Maybe, as Patricia says, they enjoy the cat fights! But surely it must feel claustrophobic and suffocating? And a living death? Or is it misplaced loyalty? I found the last line of the poem revealing, in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way. Love, Fran xx