Courage is a quality known of the betrayed, for they are inflicted
with something they do not deserve. Marital infidelity is in direct range and
the bullseye is the affair that puts at risk everything: the love of our lives
from our youth; all we’ve ever worked so desperately hard for; our reputations
in the balance; all for one glamorous fling.
Yes, I’ve lived
through such a hiding to the senses; to learn, somehow, I wasn’t good enough to
retain the love of my life, when all I was doing was the best I knew how. Those
who receive few if no complaints have no way of knowing how close to the edge
they really are.
Marital betrayal is
best when it’s a mere communication; worst when another party comes between the
two God put together. I do empathise for every betrayed party, and yet, not in
a thousand lifetimes would I want to be in the unfaithful partner’s shoes.
I have written a
little poem on the present subject below.
I hope you can feel
the desperation and livid sense of anger in these words below. There is no
anger like the vengeance in a jilted husband or wife’s fury.
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How
does it make you feel...
When your grown man wants to cry?
What kind of twisted deal,
Have you made that makes him want to die?
What kind of twisted deal,
Have you made that makes him want to die?
Now
for her it’s much the same,
Now for her, hers is the pain!
She never did anything to you,
But love your sorry being,
She remained ever so faithfully true,
Now you’re the one who’s fleeing.
But love your sorry being,
She remained ever so faithfully true,
Now you’re the one who’s fleeing.
How do
you get off,
When all is damaged and destroyed,
Carnage and you scoff,
When nobody but the innocent
When all is damaged and destroyed,
Carnage and you scoff,
When nobody but the innocent
Has the right to be annoyed!
You think you’ve got the right to stew,
And you may be angry at yourself,
But don’t take it out on your precious few,
When you’re angry it’s not good for my health.
And you may be angry at yourself,
But don’t take it out on your precious few,
When you’re angry it’s not good for my health.
You’ve made betrayal a fire,
You put us to the test,
You’ve expressed your weak desire,
Now what’s left for us, the rest?
You put us to the test,
You’ve expressed your weak desire,
Now what’s left for us, the rest?
What’s the family come to be,
When you’ve eschewed us all along?
How will we be set free,
When our weakness is met with your wrong?
When you’ve eschewed us all along?
How will we be set free,
When our weakness is met with your wrong?
I’m so beyond all this garbage now,
How can you ever know what I’ve been through?
How can I trust you again and allow,
You the opportunity to hold me true?
How can you ever know what I’ve been through?
How can I trust you again and allow,
You the opportunity to hold me true?
© 2015 S. J. Wickham.
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