Long ago she thought he was her prince
Tall, ingenious, handsome, romantic
Adored her to the moon and back
Swept her off of her feet; it was love at first sight
Friends thought he was “a great guy”; exceptionally polite
He made promises galore; he’d always take care of her
She’d never want for anything; he had the career so bright
And made quite the income to support the pair
While she would stay at home; care for the babies she’d bear
And bear babies she did – three to be exact
A girl and two sons. But was he proud? Not really…at first
The once-career woman realized she was now in a social contract
One where she was the indentured slave to the husband
She laundered, cooked, cleaned, and for the babes, she changed and nursed
Then came “those” duties; she was expected to come when summoned
And she did her “duties” all to the letter, quenching his lust at her own expense
But as time went on, this very strong-willed, opinionated woman changed
She went from being an extroverted, confident woman, who was popular
To a meek, silent woman who was now considered “an embarrassment”
The husband didn’t want her to outclass, to outshine, to lead; he was in control
Who said he was to be in control? He did. Why?
He was the man who earned the income; She did nothing, said nothing
So, she stays behind him. Screw this “equal partner” shit.
She said nothing; did nothing; criticized nothing; argued nothing.
He’d ask for opinions to look honorable, but his ideas were the big hit
She stays silent, does nothing, criticizes nothing, but in secret, she cries.
The years roll on, the put-downs from him, though subtle, grow
Nasty, bitter, tasting like a melted aspirin you can’t swallow
But you have to choke down to ease the pain but it creates even more
She tries to fight back but she can’t. That bitterness has made her throat sore
Even worse, he always has an argument that stays at least ten steps ahead
And it renders her back into her place of pure silence, where he wants her to be
Always wants her to be, in “her place” doing “her duties” according to their agreement
But now, for her, being his wife, his indentured servant, fills her with pure dread.
Now, it’s all her fault, it’s never…Him
He’s perfect; she is dirty, filthy, stupid, idiotic and a blight to be seen in public
She’s now become an embarrassment to him; refuses to acknowledge her in public
She, the indentured servant, the wife, who gave up her entire life
Her entire heart, her mind, her body, her soul and her very being, even her sanity
Now, has nothing left to give because this asshole refuses to honor her
She’s the one to blame for everything. If so, just set her free!
But he won’t. Why? It’s just Him.
She’s his plaything; the one he must control. He can’t get it any better than that.
It will be up to her to make the move; question is, will she?