He would cheat

And I got beat

He would lie

And I got a black eye

He had the hoes

And I had a bloody nose

He would trip

And I got a busted lip

He would come home late

And I got all his hate

He went to all the parties and events

And I barely had any friends

He’d be gone for days without being home

And when he returned expected me to moan

He ran the streets

And my sanity would slowly deplete

He wanted all the kids

And I was left alone by their cribs

He was favored by his and my families

And I got lectured on the better wife I should be

He tortured my mind, body, and soul

And they say I’m the one out of control

He kept me in an eight-year marriage, five years too long

And to this day they say for leaving him I was wrong


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