Hello Steemians,
At this moment, I'd like to relay a message... Perhaps an odd paean to my #deadwives...
She came first in 1991.. Full of threats and anger... And over weeks I did turn her into my first, and best friend, of all Time.. She should have been my wife... But her anger, and cowardice, did get in the way...
!995: I met her again, in a different corpus.. Word to the Wise.. She will come in varied forms... And I failed.. Yeah, she was 9 years older.. I could have had her... But I failed...
!996: And I, very accidentally; met the 2nd woman I should have married... But I was afraid... and I failed her... I have never stopped regretting this... And yes.... she's on the blockchain.. and will likely be angry with this post... But still...
2003: I married a sweet, caring woman. And I failed her, as well... My terrifying wounds did make mincemeat of her.. I can never stop regretting that... But in recent years, we have become friends again... And she will always know my favour...
2015: Pure Monstrosity... pure exploitation... My earliest childhood friend, my dearest and most ancient love... Did flex hard upon me... She had become a gold-digger, a full-blown user.. And after her last John gave up on her.. She targetted me.. That strange, autistic boy who she met in the 3rd-grade, and had loved her so much..
And so I was devoured, and soon to be discarded, I did finally #Feelmyhorns
...and abandoned her...
Yes.. I was hated.. Got fired from my job by my manager.. All the abuses on her part meant nothing... Because patriarchy, I was the Anti-Christ... Period.
Grace to the Gracious,
Silas Danois
