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Letter #2
I make a pretty shit housewife
So much so that I’m not a wife
And I don’t have a house
Fuck I don’t even have a partner
I guess I should retitle the series
‘Letters From a Trashy Single-Mom’
Or
‘Letters From a Fucking Trailer Park Cliche’
Or
‘Letters From Just Another Stupid Girl Who Thought She Could Break the Cycle But She Was Just Too Fucking Weak’
Is it better to raise my daughter apart?
With my sanity at least partially intact?
Or is better to bite the bullet?
Sacrifice my happiness to play pretend?
I talked a lot about reconciliation
In my first letter
Reconciling the past
With the present
But what about reconciling
My wants and my needs
With this marrow deep fear
That I’m just a fucking failure
Just another statistic
This gnawing sensation that I’m turning into my mother
And my kid is gonna suffer the consequences
The fear is a snarling beast
Sitting in the corner of every room of every place I’ve ever been
Using my relationships as a fucking chew toy
Howling over every attempt to express my desires
Devouring my sense of self
Until there’s nothing
Nothing but a bloody, suffocating ache
Where my personality used to be
So much so that I’m not a wife
And I don’t have a house
Fuck I don’t even have a partner
I guess I should retitle the series
‘Letters From a Trashy Single-Mom’
Or
‘Letters From a Fucking Trailer Park Cliche’
Or
‘Letters From Just Another Stupid Girl Who Thought She Could Break the Cycle But She Was Just Too Fucking Weak’
Is it better to raise my daughter apart?
With my sanity at least partially intact?
Or is better to bite the bullet?
Sacrifice my happiness to play pretend?
I talked a lot about reconciliation
In my first letter
Reconciling the past
With the present
But what about reconciling
My wants and my needs
With this marrow deep fear
That I’m just a fucking failure
Just another statistic
This gnawing sensation that I’m turning into my mother
And my kid is gonna suffer the consequences
The fear is a snarling beast
Sitting in the corner of every room of every place I’ve ever been
Using my relationships as a fucking chew toy
Howling over every attempt to express my desires
Devouring my sense of self
Until there’s nothing
Nothing but a bloody, suffocating ache
Where my personality used to be
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