By redplasticroses
Date: 2005 Mar 06
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Married Unwed Mother


Please tell me again
And again
And again
HOW is it you walked out of the hospital
The night our first child was born
And in the five days that followed
Never once picked up the phone to call
Or showed up

How it is your best friend knew
You would not come or call
He sent me flowers
You did not
As you know, the flowers are not the issue here
The issue is, you told your friends you would
Not  come
Not call
But never bothered to tell me
Your wife

How is it just the night before the delivery
You stood grasping onto me for dear life
Worried I would die in childbirth or
Our son would not be healthy
An emergency C-section delivered
A beautiful baby boy
During the night he developed breathing problems
And was sent to intensive care
Yes, I know you were not aware of that
You were not answering a phone
Nor did you come

How is it you felt justified
Abandoning not only me
But your newborn infant son
Then had the nerve to tell me
You knew it would hurt me
But you did it anyway
Knowing I would be torn
Between the delight of our son
And the anguish over your behavior
As I became the "married unwed mother"

How do I stop Carly Simon from singing
Over and over
"And what shall we do with the child
Who's got your eyes
My hair
And your smile
Reminding me that we fell in love
But just for a little while"
It haunts me day and night
I'm sure it doesn't even occur to you.

How is it when you drove us home
You had no conversation
No eye contact
No emotion
As I was an emotional mess
Trying to sort out who this stranger was
In the body of my husband

How is it you could pull into our garage
And announce to me, "There you go"
As if you were a taxi driver dropping me off
At the curb of my life on Hell Street
Never bothering to help lift anything
As you watched me struggle with post-op pain
And carry the baby in

You proclaim you are leaving, going to work
I stand there with tears in my eyes
This is nothing like the movies
I  watch you go, not knowing
If my real husband will ever return
For I am much too numb to understand
What was happening to us

Without a word
I watched you leave
In the blink of an eye
This man that you've become
Who is now a parent
Is a total stranger to me

How do I explain to my mother
WHY you never called or showed
She holds our son as I have a well-deserved cry
Sobbing and searching for answers
That would never, ever come

How do I comfort my mother
Who has tears running down her face
To think of you treating me this way
Smugly acknowledging it hurt me
Never apologizing or
Offering an explanation.

How do I explain to my soul that
This hurt would never heal but it would
One day fade into the background
As other hurts piled on top of it
Until my heart was shattered
Beyond repair, beyond hope
Beyond the scope of prayer
Yet I survived in silence
Through the birth of another child
And emotionally moved on
To a place were you could
Never again touch my heart
Or hurt me

Now I explain to my heart and soul
We are divorced
And now, we start to live
In a world where you are no longer welcome
In a world where you don't exist

JMT (c) 2005

This is a beautiful song -  I knew it before I was married, never dreamed it would ever pertain to me. Sigh.

What Shall We Do With the Child Lyrics:
(holmes/horsey, additional lyrics by carly simon)

I know I'm not what you wanted
Not what you had in mind
And I didn't come close
To the mark you'd set
For the girl you'd planned to find
You've never seen me cry
We shared but idle words
And a casual goodbye

And what shall we do with the child
Who's got your eyes
My hair
And your smile
Reminding me that we fell in love
But just for a little while

You never asked about the girl you never knew
And while she was sleeping in my arms
She never asked about you
Without you seems the only way

But time has passed and now
She'll soon be asking questions
And she'll ask about you
And how
Shall I say to the child
Who's got your eyes, my hair, your smile
Reminding me that we fell in love
But just for a little while
What shall we do with the child
Who's got your eyes, my hair, your smile