Too Many Dates, One Choice.

Coming home from a long day of work.
The same routine, taking off my shoes, pants and shirt.
Looking around the house, not a clean space in sight.
Feeling it brewing, another tired-ridden fight.

This is it, I have had all I can stand.
How can someone be so selfish, especially a man?!
I grab the remote, turn off the tv and throw the control on the floor.
Just like that, an automatic Uproar.

He is upset, it is clear to see.
"I think we need a damn break. I am sick of how you treat me."
Just like that, emotion drains from his face.
How did I get stuck here, in the same waste of space?

Finally he sits, allowing me to speak.
"I just do not think I can do this,
You clearly can not see.
That the one causing me all this stress,
is the person sitting right next to me."

He takes a deep breath, a crease forming at the brow.
"I think we can fix this.
Surely I know how.
I think there is a way but please bear with me.
I want you to see other people, so you know if I am what you need."

His answer hit me like a wrecking ball,
tearing my heart to shreds.
How could I possibly give someone else my all
when with another man I share my bed?

Weeks go buy, too many dates to count.
I have my answer, I know what I want now.
In our livingroom we sit,
Looking at our pictures on the wall.

"I know what I want.
I think I have known all along.
You are where I want to be.
You are where my heart belongs."