I don't want to leave
I've always wanted my own house,
there's no point in arguing with you
so I stay quiet like a mouse.
You say we'll have to move next Fall
I think you're jumping the gun,
you always get like this when bills are bad
you always want to run.
Stop being such a cry baby
we'll make it through,
you know, they're my bills as well
paying them isn't always up to you.
I will get a damn job
so stop being in your cry baby mode,
take a damn chill pill
it's not only us going down this road.
If I get a job though
you have to promise me this,
stop drinking and flushing our money
every time you take a pi$$.
It isn't fair to me
because you feel this way,
my dream of being a homeowner, shattered
I guess that's the price I'll pay.
Copyright Cynthia Jones
May.13/2015
I know what will happen, it's happened before. I would go to work and work my a$$ off to get bills paid and my husband would pick me up from work drunk. Or...I'll come out of work and he'd be over at the bar drinking after already drinking at the trailer. That's why I got a job, because I didn't want to live in a trailer anymore. I hate my life right now. I've only lived in this house for less than four years and he's already talking about moving back into an apartment.