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My Brusque Statement

*My sister is cheating on her husband. I feel so sorry for the kids.

I'm tired of being mad at you
For making the wrong decisions.
I didn't make them, you did,
So it's not my fault.
If you f**k up your happy home
And ruin a happy family
Just because you put your
Wants and needs ahead of
Your three children,
Then why should I make it my problem?
Just because you saw a man
That wanted you,
So you decided to want him back
While wanting your husband too,
It shouldn't alter my cares.
All I can think about, however,
Is how you're going to emotionally hurt
Those three beautiful nieces of mine,
YOUR THREE GIRLS!
But as long as you're happy,
Nothing else matters right?
They are your kids, the kids
You should be worrying about right now, not me.
Jesus Christ, you didn't have
To tell me that you're cheating
On your husband.
You could have lied,
I would have been okay with a lie.
Why do I have to have privy
To this damn secret?
It's not like I beat the truth out of you,
You were just so eager to tell someone,
And now it's a burden on my shoulders
Because I'm worrying about
The three lil girls that you should be
Worrying about and it's begun to make me sick.

August 26, 2004


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