This is a WORLD WAR, what do you WANT FROM ME?!

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The only person sabotaging is You. 
Everywhere you go.
 
What’s worse, is that people Love a juicy bit of gossip.
Nobody questions the funny Charismatic guy,
All they want to see is that Smiling man walking down
His kids’ hallways at their Schools for no reason, 
Or donating equipment that They don’t really need,
Because you are such a NICE GUY! 
Wow, look at that! 
And why not? 
They don’t see how you haven’t paid your child support
Or section seven expenses
For another month.

They don’t see how poorly our Kids eat
While under your care. 
They don’t see that you don’t Pay
For their school fees, sports Events, clean clothes, or new Shoes, 
Unless you receive a parade and Public applause. 
You see, you can only buy Something expensive, 
Here and there, 
If you get to tell everybody About it. 
He needs a parade for a ponytail, Look everyone! 
Single moms all want to drop Their pants. 
Who is that WONDERFUL MAN?

Meanwhile, you do nothing but Hurt your kids. 
They get more bruises than Dollars from you. 
You got more than half of Everything, 
Just to end their suffering. 
But wait, you are the hero. 
You have not paid full child Support
Since the day we separated. 
You have created psychological And emotional
Warfare for our whole family
From the beginning, 
But nobody knows about it, so It’s okay.

But, if I make you accountable to Your responsibilities,
I am the monster. 
How dare I get MEP involved
To ensure that you pay some of Your child support. 
How dare I get a lawyer to Update our parenting Agreement
To pay the accurate amount?
Or hold you accountable to our Agreement. 
How dare I ask you to be Accountable to the law?

But, when every day we live in a War zone, 
And everyone else lives in peace: 
There is something wrong with me. 
Why can’t you just hug, shake hands, 
Sit beside each other and be friends again. 
It’s for the sake of the kids.

I am so selfish.

Stranger, 
You wouldn’t ask this of a Holocaust survivor. 
You wouldn’t ask them to hug somebody
Who put their family in a gas chamber
Would you? 
You wouldn’t put them next
To their abusers from camp
Ask them to forget about what Happened to them, 
And tell them to shake hands,
To sit beside each other, hip-to-Hip
During, or after, the Second World War 
Would you?

That wouldn’t be humane, 
So how can you ask this of me? 
He is still hurting me and my Family, 
And he won’t stop, 
And nobody will do anything about it, 
So, is that why it’s different? 
What do you expect me to do? 
What more do you want me to Give up for your comfort?

So, I just shove the pain down Deep
In my stomach, 
Put on a fake smile, 
and pretend that everything is okay, 
because how dare I make other people feel uncomfortable?
I am the only one living in a war zone, 
While they all get to live in Peace. 
Only… my kids feel the Difference between
My actions and words, 
And what is lingering Underneath,
Between the lines. 
Nothing is okay. 
Nobody knows if it ever will be. 
We all want peace, 
But nobody will help us.
Because,

If you cannot prove what has Happened to you,
Without a shadow of a doubt,
It means that it didn’t happen. 
So, every day we suffer 
Over so many things
That never happened. 
Maybe even in this very Moment, 
But if you can’t see it… 
Was it ever there?
What happened is only a Memory, 
An illusion. 
If you didn’t see it, it didn’t Happen.
So there.

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You tell people that I am Discrediting you. You tell people that I am Sabotaging your character. Only, I’m not. I don’t have time to waste so Much effort. I don’t have ample hours of Nothing to do, Like you. The only person sabotaging is You. Everywhere you go. What’s worse, is that people Love a juicy bit of gossip. Nobody questions the funny Charismatic guy, All they want to see is that Smiling man walking down His kids’ hallways at their Schools for no reason, Or donating equipment that They don’t really need, Because you are such a NICE GUY! Wow, look at that! And why not? They don’t see how you haven’t paid your child support Or section seven expenses For another month. They don’t see how poorly our Kids eat While under your care. They don’t see that you don’t Pay For their school fees, sports Events, clean clothes, or new Shoes, Unless you receive a parade and Public applause. You see, you can only buy Something expensive, Here and there, If you get to tell everybody About it. He needs a parade for a ponytail, Look everyone! Single moms all want to drop Their pants. Who is that WONDERFUL MAN? Meanwhile, you do nothing but Hurt your kids. They get more bruises than Dollars from you. You got more than half of Everything, Just to end their suffering. But wait, you are the hero. You have not paid full child Support Since the day we separated. You have created psychological And emotional Warfare for our whole family From the beginning, But nobody knows about it, so It’s okay. But, if I make you accountable to Your responsibilities, I am the monster. How dare I get MEP involved To ensure that you pay some of Your child support. How dare I get a lawyer to Update our parenting Agreement To pay the accurate amount? Or hold you accountable to our Agreement. How dare I ask you to be Accountable to the law? But, when every day we live in a War zone, And everyone else lives in peace: There is something wrong with me. Why can’t you just hug, shake hands, Sit beside each other and be friends again. It’s for the sake of the kids. I am so selfish. Stranger, You wouldn’t ask this of a Holocaust survivor. You wouldn’t ask them to hug somebody Who put their family in a gas chamber Would you? You wouldn’t put them next To their abusers from camp Ask them to forget about what Happened to them, And tell them to shake hands, To sit beside each other, hip-to-Hip During, or after, the Second World War Would you? That wouldn’t be humane, So how can you ask this of me? He is still hurting me and my Family, And he won’t stop, And nobody will do anything about it, So, is that why it’s different? What do you expect me to do? What more do you want me to Give up for your comfort? So, I just shove the pain down Deep In my stomach, Put on a fake smile, and pretend that everything is okay, because how dare I make other people feel uncomfortable? I am the only one living in a war zone, While they all get to live in Peace. Only… my kids feel the Difference between My actions and words, And what is lingering Underneath, Between the lines. Nothing is okay. Nobody knows if it ever will be. We all want peace, But nobody will help us. Because, If you cannot prove what has Happened to you, Without a shadow of a doubt, It means that it didn’t happen. So, every day we suffer Over so many things That never happened. Maybe even in this very Moment, But if you can’t see it… Was it ever there? What happened is only a Memory, An illusion. If you didn’t see it, it didn’t Happen. So there.

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