I thought that we had done the impossible.
I thought that we had found love that would last.
The secret was our friendship.
I liked you and you liked me.
The trouble was you didn't know me.
And I surely didn't know you!

You thought I was ambitious.
I was buried in work
because I couldn't face my days,
nor my nights.
I didn't mean to trick you.
I was simply surviving the best way I could.

I thought you were an honest man
who took his promises seriously.
To whom love and family would come first.

I have forgiven you and honored my vows,
after you hurt me, so many times.
Yet you can't forgive me
for trying to save you from yourself.
Yourself,
the man who loves beer.
I tastes so good.
It is so much fun.
It made you stupid, and clumsy, and mean.
It made you hurt your loved ones, by word and deed.
It embarassed us when others saw you that way.
It made you sick and it will make you die!
A long slow painful death.
Telling you so made you mad
and unable to forgive me for being a bitch.
So, I finally wised up,
and took you up on the offer you made me so many times:

"Just go away."
"Forever!"

I went.
I took with me our dreams,
our promises,
and our hopes of having a family
still together,
and glad of it,
when our son is grown.
Our hope of raising a child,
with only one Dad,
and only one Mom.

Now, no one is hurting me.
Living without you has taught me
that I can live without you,
and our pitiful excuse for a dream.
Now I have my own hopes and dreams.
I am ambitioius now.
I have my own goals
and without you, and your caos,
I am meeting them.

Our son will be fine, with only one Mom.
and I will be fine without you!
My faithless love.

©Paula McCarty ~ March 2001 ~ for Chris Hiebert
Edited March 2002