Amulet
METALLURGY
Eight years
I bought her the house
Worked hard to keep the roof over her head
Brought home the food that sustained us,
all the stuff that makes life possible
Nobody gave any of that stuff to me
But I brought it home
Shared it
That was the contract
Compromised, conceded, gave in a million times
Bent over backwards to make it work
Now she says she's leaving
Says she can't trust me
Says I'm a liar
All because that silly-ass necklace thing I gave her when we were dating,
wasn't gold
Only brass
posted by Lane Savant at 11:01 AM
11 Comments:
The nerve of her! How ungrateful can a woman be? After everything you did! No accounting for taste or lack thereof.
Nicely written.
she prefers gold necklace,
wow,
that's too bad that she does not trust you.
you deserve better woman...
cheers.
lovely magpie.
I knew her, and it is my feeling
that the bitch did you a favor
by fleeing. It has taken you years
to recover your verve and self
confidence. Thank God that
you finally have made it back.
It's the thought that counts, not the value. Wave her on her way.
Should have asked the jeweller for a certificate of authenticity. even a false one would do.
Nice piece.
That's so wryly sad . . but that's women for you. It's the gift that counts, not the thought.
good riddance to the golddigger!
I've never been one for gold myself. Silver's my thing.
Ahhh, Glenn knows who she was!
xo
Sad tale - good read!
Sounds to me like you're far better off without the likes of her, Lane! Brass, indeed.
Hallo, Lane & Female-Followers!
All that glitters is not brass!
Tschüß,
Anonomann
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