when I look back now
at the abuse I took from
I feel shame that I was so
but I must say
she did match me drink for
and I realized that her life
her feelings for things
had been ruined
along the way
and that I was no mare than a
she was ten years older
and mortally hurt by the past
and the present;
she treated me badly:
desertion, other
she brought me immense
s he lied, stole;
there was desertion,
other men,
yet we had our moments; and
our little soap opera ended
with her in a coma
in the hospital,
and I sat at her bed
for hours
talking to her,
and then she opened her eyes
and saw me:
“I knew it would be you,”
she said.
then hse closed her
the next day she was
I drank alone
for two years
after that.

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