Genetics
I don’t know how to do fun,
it may be a genetic abnormality
inherited from my alcoholic father
and from my emotionally abused mother.
Two weak genes assuredly create
an unwanted characteristic
not obvious to a casual acquaintance,
but expressing itself long-term.
My now ex discovered it six months in
and walked away with the fun girl
who lived next door~
I just couldn’t compete with all that bubble.
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