Married Life

In the beginning, he was a dream, A perfect blend, or so it seemed. With every wish, he’d swoop and save, A knight in shining armor, oh so brave. “Where have you been?” I’d sigh and swoon, As he’d conjure up my heart’s cartoon. A band-aid for a paper cut? He’d bring a pharmacy, no ifs or buts. “Need a snack?” he’d ask with glee, And return with a feast fit for a king and me. He’d read my mind, my every thought, A perfect partner, or so I thought. But then we wed, and oh, the twist! His true colors emerged, a plot I missed. The charming smile turned into a frown, As he tossed my dreams like a worn-out gown. “Did you want dinner?” he’d ask with a yawn, While I stood there hungry, feeling withdrawn. The band-aids turned to excuses and sighs, As I watched my perfect prince wear a guise. “Where have you been?” I’d ask once more, But the answer echoed from a distant shore. He’s still the man who knows my needs, But now he’s planting some darker seeds. So here we are, in this twisted play, Where love’s a game, and I’m the prey. A dark comedy, this life we share, With laughter and tears, and a hint of despair. So raise a glass to the perfect facade, To the man who’s both a blessing and a fraud. For in this tale of love and strife, I’ve learned the truth about married life.