*obviously, I mean not him, but for the fact that he has to work over this weekend! :) <br /> <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />So, how did it happen? <br />Tell me. How, where and when? <br />And how dare you enchant me <br />with every dash of your pen? <br />How dare you turn this <br />(admittedly romantic-ish fool) <br />with a hug and a kiss <br />into your very own tool? <br /> <br />That Miss Independent, who would live on her own; <br />that 'I don't need anyone, I'm fine all alone', <br /> <br />that runner-awayer, <br />excusing delayer, <br />belligerently expecting <br />a life of neglecting.... <br /> <br />wishing to have a retreat, to retain my own place, <br />to hold back at whim, have 'emotional space'.... <br /> <br />Miss Independent! <br />Miss 'leave-me-alone'! <br />Miss 'I am hell-bent <br />on having time on my own! ' <br />Miss 'Do not intrude, I will do it MY way' <br />Miss 'I am not listening - you may NOT have your say! ' <br /> <br />How did it happen? <br />Tell me... when, how and where? <br /> <br />Reassure me, my husband, you'll always be there. <br /> <br />I was, I think, just quite simply Miss-judging <br />in what I have grown so to utterly loving. <br />And the Miss-this, Miss-that, and the Miss that was true <br /> <br />is only ever, in your absence, the 'Wife Misses You'. <br /> <br />xxxxxx<br /><br />Tara McHale<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/why-i-hate-my-husband/
