i married you when we had nothing
we raised our kids when we were poor
and that you have success, you call ME the gold digging whore.
i'm not the one who fooled around
who found somewhere else to sleep
YOU broke up this family, and left it in a heap.
don't send me your resentment
don't give me an excuse
i stood and fought for this family, when you couldn't see it's use.
i'm living for our kids and me now
getting back to smile and fun
taking back control, igniting the spark that you taught me to shun.
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Sandra Pinkster
Canadian woman, born in Alberta, lived as a third culture kid overseas from the age of 10 - 16.
Loves travel, adventure and quiet nights wrapped in a blanket by a fire.
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