Standing

The anger is spilling

Out of me as I 

Talk to my flesh and blood

About my separation

I am ashamed at 

How much hatred 

I am harbouring.

I gave that woman

My youth, my word,

My devotion.

The benefit of the doubt

Unearned

Every opportunity she had

to progress,

To learn , 

to advance

I was used. 

Used and discarded 

I  EARN my living

I am through with giving

It away for nothing

But grief and suffering.

What was mine was ours

What was hers was hers

I wanted what I had 

to be enough.

I wanted who I am 

to be enough

It was never good enough

I was never good enough

Now I've had enough

But she wants more

More, but what for?

I am not her livelihood

I am not an ATM

There is no severance package

"I don't want to be a wife or mother"

She quit. Then she didn't.

Now she's fired.

I could let her take it all. 

It has no real value

After all. But I do.

I am good enough

I have enough.

I will not let this feeling

Consume me.