Stolen Children

How quiet it is without video sounds--- Zelda on hunt or Star Wars rounds, either on Nintendo, Playstation 2, games that she all played, that is true. I haven’t stepped on magnetix lately, tripped on laundry left behind hasty, no late-night chats from the boys’ room or piles of crumbs awaiting a broom. Don’t have to round up those dirty dishes, run to the store for cigarette wishes, for once the kitchen is clean all day, what else did she do but let kids play? Can watch some football or a good fight, listen to smooth jazz for most of the night, catch a movie without explosion or crash, no worries now about layout of cash. Don’t know exactly what I did wrong, though she gave quite a dance and song, and all of my faults---it was quite a total! I didn’t live up to her husbandly model. She left for greener, and took boys away, I'll have to fight to construct a new way. I’m calm and peaceful, no panic attack, but I’ll fight on till I win my boys back. [and I did]