By jean
Date: 20 October 2000
Meeting his wife
He wanted me to meet his wife today
And so I did, without much thought and just a little trepidation
Sure I would be feeling somewhat smug and superior as the keeper of his secrets
Instead she hit me like a ton of bricks
Cozily wrapped in his chair, secure in her domain
Petite and pretty and the mother of his children
He said later that I handled it well
And so I did, but what choice did I have?
This role requires me to pretend I am okay even when I'm hurting inside
I present my façade to the world today
Not even letting him know that meeting reality face to face
Feels like razors on my heart.
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