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The Good Wife
He’d stare out the window on the nights he wanted me.
There was power in the outline of his hips,
but weakness in the bowing of his head.
Was he praying to the god I didn’t believe in before
satisfying his hunger in my silence?
I knew my role and what he thought were my obligations.
I wondered what he said to his god, the author of life.
He never spoke a word while fucking me.
There was power in the outline of his hips,
but weakness in the bowing of his head.
Was he praying to the god I didn’t believe in before
satisfying his hunger in my silence?
I knew my role and what he thought were my obligations.
I wondered what he said to his god, the author of life.
He never spoke a word while fucking me.
Published 6th Dec 2021
Author's Note
Written from the eyes of a friend once trapped in relationship similar to mine. We were both good wives at the time but no more.
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
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6th Dec 2021 1:14pm
6th Dec 2021 5:59pm
Not how I would treat a spouse. I think if one is a believer God is for sharing not keeping to oneself - even from the person you are married to. Why be furtive if you have nothing to hide? Relationships are healthiest I believe if a couple can share the things that matter to them.
6th Sep 2022 11:47pm
Silence is golden.
However in many situations that rule needs to be broken because communication or lack thereof can be the life or death of a relationship.
Maybe now you are ready to be The Best Wife.
However in many situations that rule needs to be broken because communication or lack thereof can be the life or death of a relationship.
Maybe now you are ready to be The Best Wife.
7th Sep 2022 12:22pm
The friend I was writing about divorced her husband as I had. We both prefer the freedom we have now. Though I probably would be a better wife now than my first time.
