The Bitch (to My EX)
The Bitch, the name you called me every day for 11 years.
I’m the Bitch who watched you spend hours at the local pool hall instead of working for your family.
I’m the Bitch whose Dad begged a dear friend to except you into the Millwright Local so you would have a good job.
I’m the Bitch who watched you go to work for 2 or 3 days and either quit or be fired. (Then back to the pool Hall)
I’m the Bitch who had 2 beautiful daughters with you.
I’m the Bitch who went to work in a factory to try to help support our family because your 2 or 3 days-a-month work habit was not enough. (The pool hall was more fun)
I’m the Bitch who watched you stop working completely after I went to work at the factory.
I’m the Bitch who learned you had taken all of the money that was in a savings account for our daughters.
I’m the Bitch who watched you change your vocation from a Millwright Worker to Sales in Illegal Drugs.
I’m the Bitch who kept you from bringing those Illegal Drugs into our home.
I’m the Bitch who divorced you to keep my daughters and their environment safe.
I’m the Bitch who watched you go months without even a phone call to your daughters.
I’m the Bitch who watched you go to prison for illegal possession of 2000 units of LSD.
I’m the Bitch who stood in the kitchen beside your daughters while they received a call from your mother saying you had been sentenced to 10 years in prison.
I’m the Bitch who watched our children be told that it was my fault you went to prison.
I’m the Bitch who had to provide for our 2 children without any support from you.
I’m the Bitch who listened to you tell our children that prison would be a good place for you because you could finally get the much needed rest you deserved.
I’m the Bitch who watch our family be shunned because of your behavior.
If I am the Bitch, then tell me … What should I call you?