Poem for the EX

                                    A Woman's Poem

He didn't like the casserole

And he didn't like my cake.

My biscuits were too hard...

Not like his mother used to make.

I didn't perk the coffee right

He didn't like the stew,

I didn't mend his socks

The way his mother used to do.

I pondered for an answer

I was looking for a clue.

Then I turned around and smacked him...


Like his Mother used to do.

(or in this case, maybe she should have done it a little more often)

 

I had a unworthwhile conversation the other day with my ex-husband, who reminded me "how good he was to me and the kids".  Excuse me?  Can you say light a match near some gasoline?  Could I really catch myself from exploding after that comment?!!  Oh yeah, mister, you have been really good to me and the kids!  Gee, you were the one that decided to move all the way to the east coast to be with that woman you met on the internet after your two week, get to know you rendez vous, away from your two children, so I could be left working three jobs, and have you still send me to court to reduce your child support payments!  Gee, golly gee---I'll never forget those handwritten payroll slips that were done in your own handwriting that the court accepted as your payroll documents.  Gee...and how can I forget those threatening emails and telephone calls from you and your ex-girlfriend--(you know the one from Canada that was married?  Yeah, that was before you met your current wife) threatening that you would leave the country and make me go on welfare.

Gee...you have been good to me and the kids.  Thanks for the judge in NJ who threatened you jailtime--for the last three years you have paid your child support.  And thanks again for the generous Christmas gifts and birthday gifts for the kids, and your visits every two years, and your 3 or 4 calls a year.  Gee..you have been good to us... 

Okay; it's out of my system. 

After getting off of the phone with the EX; I rushed towards my husband; so glad to be in the arms of a REAL, caring and loving man who has been good to me, and my kids, and his son, and our little one--there isn't anything better.  Thank God for him.  You can't appreciate a good man until you've been with a real loser.