To my Husband
 

Carry on your tantrums and little hissy fits,
I really do not care no more... I could not give a S***

If moaning makes you happy then carry on forever,
A promise to myself this day... you will upset me never.

Your comments used to make me cry, but now they make me sad...
because I really know the truth... its YOU not me that's bad.

:hug3: Hey Krisam


Its a short poem with a lot of emmotion in it,


Namaste

Oh:D
LOL....
By the title, I thought that it was going to be a romantic and or appreciative poem.
How wrong I was.
This is a good idea to vent. I have to try this for myself. :angel9:

LOL, I know where you're coming from krisam x

"I could not give a S***"

Soup ?

You two maybe have some things to work through. I look forward to when you write more happy poetry! :)

LOL, it rhymes with fit. But you know that, don't you?

The first line shouldn't use the plural.

I like the poem very much.

I imagine some soups taste rather s#!tty just as some s#!t is rather soupy.

Marriage, the good times and the bad times. The regular and and not so regular.

Its always wonderful to read another, empowering themselves in the space of separation....and finally seeing how it really is..