Your hands are cold and your face has turned pale, it is as though death is upon you. Peeling away every layer that has made you matter, unravelling that which you have concealed for so long, your true colors are starting to show.
When I look at my callused hands, I weep not tears of remorse but tears of how I have pained myself to try and make you the man you have always wanted to be. I was faithful, enduring, selfless and everything you could ever ask for In a woman.
I am guessing I was too much of a woman for you to handle. I found your apology letter but I fail to comprehend the fact that somehow you have managed to turn the situation around and play victim, whilst we both know that you are nothing but a wolf crying sheep. You conned my heart and exchanged it for something tangible forgetting that my loving kept you warm in cold nights and cool in hot days. I enslaved myself believing that there is a pot of gold at every rainbow’s end– I was a fool.
I hope she makes you feel more of a man than you are, since you walked out on me without an explanation saying that maybe I was a sorry excuse for a wife and that I could not fulfil your needs as a man. I pray that she gives you all that your selfish black heart desires. But most importantly I beg that she becomes the woman to break your heart in many unrepairable pieces, and when she does break your heart and she will, do not come crying to me with your tail between your legs like a stray dog.
Do remember that I do not take kindly to ignorant fools who have the misguided thinking that my sole existence is to serve their impunity egos that have no sense of direction or even the decency or self-respect that one has to have. Breaking a lady’s heart by taking selfless pleasures with a mistress, you are cursing yourself and opening up to unfathomable troubles.
You are going to break every bone in your body just standing up. Every day will be like the day you realized you love me but you no longer possess the passport to enter this territory. You will cry endless tears until your body runs out of fluid; you will be a walking nightmare. That is my final and uncontested judgment for silly, little old you for leaving me.