My dear husband, It grieves me to hear you lament so. That you should do so among those who call themselves your 'friends' is not more than I can bear, but it IS pretty galling. It's not that I begrudge their being privy to your innermost thoughts, nor that you allow these friends ample time to respond to your woes; it's that you do so and remain unmoved by the sheer guff that issues from their mouths! The man I married would have winced on hearing such cant! The man I married would not have taken counsel from a mere stripling who has, by his own account, been there, worn the tunic. There's many a thing the man I married would not have tolerated. But there you sit tolerating it! While all around you matters worsen. Your loved ones suffer; your house is broken. And these friends of yours gather round, solemn as owls, their voices stinking of print, their silences hopeless, as they sit there not listening to you but hearing you out! Husband, your lament is mine.
Sue Clayton
7/5/2022 04:14:02 am
This wife's lamentation heard loud and clear. Comments are closed.
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