Life has been quite the struggle,
Giving me challenge after challenge.
From the outside it all looks great
But on the inside I’m dying a bit more each day.
I’m not the patient, happy person I once was,
But a frustrated, short tempered mom fighting a battle for two.
I live paycheck to paycheck,
Being creative just to keep milk in the fridge,
Clothes on their backs, shoes on their feet,
Diapers on his bottom and food on the table.
He’s throwing money to the wind
Like it grows on a tree in the backyard
Complaining because work is stressful
And that’s his way of coping.
If only he’d sit back and realize what’s going on
What it’s doing to me, to us
While he’s out releasing built up stress
I’m falling apart more and more.
He comes home and hands me money
Like that will solve all the problems
But the biggest problem with that is
In order to keep it I have to drink it away
That’s not solving anything beyond a couple hours
Because the next day I’m still broke.
I’ve tried telling him how I feel, how it hurts me
But he doesn’t want to hear it; he doesn’t want to admit it.
Because if he did he would know
That he’s tearing us apart.
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