"I'm on my way home hney", my husband told me
"Ok", was my reply
before he'd ask me to cook for his favorite adobong manok
I had already cooked for him
before he'd ask me to iron his office polo
I had already ironed it for him
before he'd ask me to wash his dirty clothes
I had already hanged them on the clothesline
before he'd ask me to clean the house for his visitors
I had already dusted off the curtains and arranged the furniture
before he'd ask me to prepare for our kids' baon
I had already slid it inside their schoolbags,
"emrgenC mting hney," my husband told me
"Ok", was my reply
when I'd ask him to go home early,
he never replies
when I'd ask him to buy food for us,
he never replies
when we need him,
he is never with us
when the house is sad,
he is never with us
"I'm srry hney, i still luv hr", he texted-
I didn't reply.
but now,
I'm done with all of this waiting,
Frustration slowly kills me,
done,
done,
done,
I wil nvr be hs wyf,
he has just got 1.
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