It isn’t always as the pieces appear in perfect order.
Sometimes its messy and in disorder.
Sometimes it doesn’t come out as ordered.
You can get married and think you have the perfect dream.
When the groom suddenly decides you spoiled his dream.
You get pregnant right after marriage.
You’re careful not to have a miscarriage.
All the while, he’s hanging out with his druggy buddies of a younger age.
You soon find out that he would rather party and play than be a responsible husband and father your partner in life.
But you continue to play the wife in a cage.
Swaddling little ones on your hips.
All you hear from him is his cussing lip.
Regretting his life.
He kicks holes in the walls, and you can hear a voice that says, you deserve better than this.
He starts taking it out on you.
You don’t know any other life than being a mother and wife.
So, you stay with his girlfriends’ knocking on the door after all the creditors have knocked on the door.
You even take a job to pay all of his creditors’ but the repossessed door is
There's no home, there's no car left on the other side of the garage door.
You’ve finally had all you can take and walk out the door.
The children are too young to realize the real person that ruined their life.
He’s so conceited that he blames his divorced wife for ruining their broken lives.