My day began in strife

As his wife

I try to understand

And realize he’s only a man…

Doesn’t think things through

And takes a stand

As things he owns break down…

While I realize most problems

Are created in his hands…

Trying to get back on good terms

After his problems are fixed

He turns to cooking a meal…

Not understanding that

My heart is not reached

Through my Tummy…

Unless of course it’s chocolate…

Or Sweets…