Damn it, should’ve READ the FINE prints before I’d, S-I-G-N-E-D, on this “dotted line”…
Enslaved by this marriage, I was, and, I’m not happy ‘bout it, but, seeing how, you’d brought home the pay, and crawl BACK into MY bed most nights, yeah, I’ll put up with you (what am I, stupid???). Enslaved by this marriage, uh, thought I’d, found what I’d lost, a long, long, long ago, that four letter word that makes us go CRAZY (L-O-V-E???), but instead, I’d, just gotten me a BIGGER place to clean, without ANY service maids’ help, as my god DAMN “prince”, started using ME as Cinderella, and god DAMN it, should’ve, worn them CLOGS, instead of those, easily CRACKED glass slippers!
yup, it’s, kinda like that…image from online…
Enslaved by this marriage, oh I wish, I could, just pull the PLUG, but I can’t, not while it (the marriage) is still bedridden, but has a semi-strong pulse, that’s, growing, weaker by the day, as the kids are, growing by the day…
Enslaved by this marriage, I will NEVER be, I’m, free, and, I will NOT be that young, OR naïve (‘cuz I still wasn’t anywhere NEAR STUPID???), to fall in love again, besides, you think that love’s gonna, pay the bills, put food on the table, keep us all, alive? Think again. As love is the THIRD level, on top of your physiological needs (food, thirst, etc., etc.), and safety needs too (that would be that STURDY roof over your heads right now???)………
are we, really that, STUPID, ladies??? Photo from online…
Enslaved by this marriage, I will NEVER be, ‘cuz, oh yeah, got DIVORCED (back in??? ’08-ish!!!), and I still ain’t TIED that KNOT yet, and, the only MARRIAGE and L-O-V-E I will get involved in would be, with, my Q-U-E-E-N, and, I still, love her, very, very, very, very, very much!
Feel free to call me a N-A-R-C-I-S-S-I-S-T if you wish.
Life, the Obstacle Course 