Delete? Are you sure? My computer inquires as though it is not sure it should trust me, Yes I type rather impatiently and in a millisecond the undesirable item is gone, just like that the page is good as new waiting for your next brilliant idea to be laid upon that same page, oh if only other things in life were to be that easily disposed of, like say bad husbands for example, it’s a dirty rotten crying shame they cannot be gotten rid of Without a hesitation or guilty feelings, never to return. and things could be redone, no-one ever guessing what a foolish thing you had done. No one to scold you: My dear what were you thinking? It seem as if I have perfected the art of picking ones that go bad or maybe they were bad all along but I closed my eyes wanting to believe this time I’d won the prize . This agonizing pain in my chest I have come to despise, curse my heart for falling for his lies, for thinking it can win someday if only It tries again.

But I guess unloved husbands are more like a virus you may not want them to come back but to often they do and sometimes it is hard if not virtually impossible to legally get rid of the big annoying creature, whose bad manners it has been to over stay their welcome and whose unbearable personalities have turned what seemed good into the vile and disgusting mess you ended up stepping in again today . You could do worse is no real consolation, no shit but that can always be said, there it seems always someone perceived of as worse only I would rather be alone than in his arms, since he refuses me warmth of human affection and is only interested in his own two minute erection. In Vain I have cried out for his sympathy but he doesn’t have that capacity so from lack of passion he must face now my rejection , it cuts like a two edge knife my own blood spills, I would beg for mercy but I know he wouldn’t care, is my heart to be shattered beyond repair?

How can One find the elusive good husband, that is heard about in legends and desired s o mightily by my heart even my soul, tell me what attraction am I lacking and where I must travel to find one that is not already taken, one in whose heart love hasn’t been forsaken one whose arms are not to tired to love only me who will let me love him completely and never betray my trust. Is there such a man here on earth not just in never ever land.