Whatever Happened to the Person I Married?

            Whatever happened to those carefree days, of doing silly things together, now we do fun things, but with other people or all alone. We paid attention to each other’s words, and clung on until the very last breathe was uttered, and we truly listened. There was love in the air, and everyone knew it, they could see the light in our eyes, and the tone in our voice when we spoke with each other.

            Now there seems to be a wall, that is getting built higher and higher. We can’t see each other, nor hear; it make me wonder if your even here. You say yes, and OK, but are you really listening, you ask for favors and you can consider them done. I ask for a favor and then do it myself. We no longer see eye to eye, there are no more carefree days of doing silly things together. You have your life and I have mine; and on the rare occasions where we share a moment of two, it’s short lived, and fades rather fast.

            If I can feel it, so can others, I don’t have to utter a word, they see it in my gaze, they hear it in my voice. The pain is deep, and the words are hurtful, and yet I go on as I slowly raise my shields. I’m here for you, but your mind is elsewhere! Where you are, I do not know; nor do I care anymore.

            The kids are mine, I work with them I get into deep conversation, and make them understand. We are a team; but sometimes-even teammates don’t see eye to eye. In the end when my job is done I hope to see my children blossom. I can only hope to see success; it is up to them for now. If they need me, they know I am there, as I had been so many times before.

            Perhaps in time when all is done; I can look back and say “What a Good Job I Have Done”; it is then I can put the anger aside, and fine the one I married.