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No more crying...

No more tears....

No more getting worked up by untruths...

No more being played emotionally like a pawn....



Yeah, you lied to me...



SO WHAT!



Can it really be lying if I already knew,

You weren't all that...nothing I never really did need.

LIES--are all you offer...why invest in that?



Your happiness is as tiny,

As one strand of wheat in a field.

It stands tall in growth,

And you glean the grain,

Not caring for the farmer who sewed, who invested.



Other's like me,

Will refuse to plant,

Will see how you "reap",

More than just the seeds.



When they are no longer happy,

When your "fix's" are getting taken away,

You'll be on the search again.



Maybe what, a few months, at year at the most?

And monogomay is not your cup of tea...

For someone who feared me and my past infidelities...

You fell short of that mark.



I am the better person...

At least I can say, "I'm not perfect", and KNOW IT.

And I did keep my promise's.

And my flaws make me real.



Whatever I saw in you,

YOU HAVE KILLED...

With the law at my door with papers to serve...

Calling my therapist--now WHO jumped boundaries...

Notifying my mother, when she is trying her best...

To console my dying father--or did you care about that?



None of us have time for you,

None of us want you,

Because you ended us...

In Lies...telling me more of you than what you really were.

In Infidelity...becoming more evident than the once you

     Told me about.

In Insincereity...making plans to leave me for far longer

     Than what you had said you had planned.

In Projecting evil things you think I'd do...

     Own a gun?  When I was raped with one...come on!

In Dishonesty...Texas has no WIC program, and Kansas wouldn't

     Take 12 months to shift records in this information age,

     Let alone the prehistoric age.  And all you needed was a

     Doctors form filled out...you had a doctor, but no baby.

     This would have been too easy...



You ended us...YOU did it bitterly...





I FEEL DEEP SADDNESS FOR YOU!





All you can say is:



I am the daughter of...

My name is....

I make this amount of money...

I have this education....

My religious preference is...

My nationality is...



And it still says nothing about YOU.  

Changing a name doesn't change the person.

Saying you have a religious preference...the same as your...

      Predecessor's, doesn't mean you are Catholic,

      Jewish, Baptist, Lutheran...whatever.

Money doesn't make a person anything.

Education isn't anything unless you can use it.

And nationality only speaks to lineage...

      And just because you say it, doesn't make it true...

      And it has NO BARING ON WHO YOU ARE...



None of this speaks to dreams, aspirations...

      The person you want to become or think you already are.



You sell yourself like an advertisement:

Too good to be true...

The small print must have read...

"Merchandise NOT 100% user-friendly...

See chart for best compatibility...

Best preliminary results indicate significant ratings with:

Sex addicts,

Naive innocents,

Persons who recieve mental services from agencys,

     Who like their Mental Health workers...

     To give out "sexual favors" to their clients.

     Before and after their employment.

Domineering persons, so that when the "merchandise" feels it

     Isn't compatible, said merchandise can file restraining

     Orders without just cause because the "predator"

     Can be easily...



     Stereotyped.





I'm glad you are gone...

I am tired of the trash you are selling, and have sold.

I am no longer angry--if you have someone, take them...

They won't stay long.

If they don't get rid of you,

You'll get rid of them...because you don't know what



A MUTUALLY LOVING RELATIONSHIP IS...



And I don't have time, energy, rescources, nor desire to...

Still want to be your friend,

To be there with you through each fall...so we both...



CAN LEARN FROM YOUR MISTAKES.