Lots of great images in there. And that last stanza:

You go on about the beautiful weather we’re having
and I want to throw plates at you still
but I smile at the baby
and try to forget the summer I met you.

Whew, that hits strong. Before reading the background text you wrote, that did give me an image of a 50s-type marriage where you are expected to stay even if there is abuse and hatred.

Great job! Oh and I agree with you about giving students choices. I try to do the same in my classes—which isn't always an easy thing when dealing with Japanese kids who have never been given a choice before and somewhat freeze up when actually given permission to pick their own path.

!PIMP