Oh boy. I’d give him the longest leash possible. All the more with which to strangle him. I think we need to reconsider the closing sentence. Why can’t he be NOT a putz? It’s a write of epic proportion. We’ve all been there. H🌷
the raw anguish of your poem - the palpable pain and betrayal that emanates from these simple yet devastating lines. I am struck by the way you have managed to capture the emotional turmoil of being on the receiving end of infidelity, the searing question of "Why can't I / Be first?"