This is a bit exaggerated but true story of a woman who many years ago was my best friend, but she had a bad habit of contantly putting down her husband, who was a very good person and who was much nicer to his wife than I ever noticed other men being to their wives. In fact, he acted as if he worshipped her, so it made me kind of pissed that she acted so ungrateful. I did not have a crush on him like I say in this poem, but I DID envy her for the way she got treated like a queen. (I told her if she ever divorced and i was free, I'd go out searching for him. haha)
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