My fault, he points, blames.
My fault, words take their aim.
His unhappiness, his choices and displeasure,
all My fault,
Every measure!
I determine the dad he can be?
My fault.
How dare I, attempt to be me.
My fault.
New day, new life.
Starting over; no longer his wife.
My fault, his infidelity
Now he is free,
Yet still not happy.
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