"House" Wife

How dare I get lost in your "love"! How dare I forget that with me is where you played house and she would have always been your home. How dare I mistake words of aggravation for words of affirmation! I only ran across your mind when she ran across your nerves and yet there I remained. Patiently waiting. Playing the "House" wife while she did everything she could to make you feel at home and every time your home was wrecked, under me is where you slept. Sharing the same breath. Silly me, acting as your breath of fresh air when I was the very air that should have suffocated you.

I was the "House" wife. I listened to all your problems and let you compare us for seasons on end. "She doesn't do this like you" and "She doesn't do that like you". You continued placing the emphasis on me when all you cared about was you. And while you took the time to whisper sweet nothings into my ear, I held on to each and every empty promise dear. "You're worth it", except this time she heard you. But like the con-artist you are, you made her feel crazy for catching you in the act. Time and time again you assured her it was nothing when in fact... it was everything.

Long before you placed your seed, you were already rooted. Invested. Captivated by how easy It was with me. If she left your side at 7, you were in my arms by 7:03. 3... 2...1... and you're off. Releasing an explosion inside of me yet still seemed to make it home before she landed. It was almost as if you planned it. Your calculations were down to the very second just to make sure I remained your "second". You hoped to keep us both as long as we remained sectioned. Never crossing into each other's territories.

You got so good at keeping us from each other that you became sloppy, leaving behind a trail of your tracks while forgetting to cover them. You became comfortable. Too comfortable. So I hope you'll take comfort in this. I will always be the fruit of your lips. Yet in this case I am the snake and you must be Eve. You took a bite and forfeited your blessing. Now that you‘re homeless, please explain to me how you'll survive on the outside of the garden, B*tch.

Painfully yours,

Daph The "House" Wife