Disrespect
I Will Never Bow Down To You.
I never wanted to marry for money. You would think the opposite.
I find it ironic.
Men of all types can be so disrespectful.
Especially the rich.
Ride in my Porsche Turbo and I can fuck whomever I wish.
Go ahead and turn your head.
Her tits were bigger I bet.
I left you at The Breakers Hotel after you booked the suite and massage expenses.
I watched you that night you pig of a man. You had a bunch of groupies a bag of cocaine and off to Wonderland.
Smooth Operator that’s who you were.
You were not going to make a FOOL OF ME I MADE SURE.
It was bad enough I had to sleep with you. Your sleep apnea. Ugh.
Kira get a clue. You are talking about a girl who is about 22yrs.
He paid my bills and asked me to move in. Move in to his house on the ocean.
Wow was Satan tempting me. He played guitar and sang on Christmas Eve. We danced and laughed all night to James Taylor while he serenaded me.
Sitting on the porch. Up all night. He told me he loved me like no other. That I was even old for him, but my wit and my genius enchanted him.
MEN:
Don’t ever tell me I should go to the gym. I was anorexic and bulimic and you are worried that I am no longer that thin.
You know what made me really skinny.
Heroin.
25 years older than me. The rich man saga doesn’t do it for thee. I will not be disrespected.
nobody makes a fool of me.
If you do I throw away the hotel key.
I left you with those little girls and left to see if you would notice.
First phone call made was 5am.
Yeah that was love alright I could have been dead.
One more second the creep and Iwould have my hammer in hand.
Probably screwing some chick in the bed I was supposed to be in.
Don’t call me jealous because that’s a lie. When your significant other ignores you on a trip it’s fight or flight.
Fight for what. This man who wanted Barbie.
So take your Gifts and shove them up your ass.
Nice of you to pay my bills Playboy Steve…I never asked.
Tequila and cocaine coursing through my vein…I saw the true you that night. you were ugly and the devil was inside.
I complain sometimes about my husband Brad.
The thing is he is really a gentleman. A Lad.
He deals with my growth in a way most would not. Most men would leave if they hadn’t gotten laid in one year and a day.
The goal now is to work on my relationship with God.
I think intimacy is a dream filled philosophy.
Brad is patient. Never turns to look.
I did something bad when we first got married. I cheated on him and the thought of losing him was scary.
As I cry and tell him the truth.
He looks right in my eyes and says, “I forgive you.”
I wanted him to be pissed at me.
he said “Kicking you when your down is not who I am. Kira, I don’t want to be.”
I saw God in him that day.
We are best friends. We communicate like there is no end.
I am in a journey and I need him to understand,
I used to use sex to get love from a man.
I learned to love myself and speak my truth.
To make matters worse I don’t like cuddling or sleeping in the same bed. I sound like a bachelor. Vomiting Red.
I should not ever complain for I am blessed.
He is working 16hr shifts at Good Samaritan Hospital running countless COVID-19 ABBOTT tests. Too much stress. He does it for us and this beautiful house that we own. I finally feel like we have made it with a real home.
It’s time for me to give back and appreciate him for awhile.
Apology Toxicology.
I love you,
