The father of my Children

I hate him.

I want nothing to do with him.

Yet, for the sake of the children

things are kept civil.

As much as I want nothing to do with him

His presence is still felt in my life.

I resent him.

And his family,

for the trauma I spent in those years.

The aftermath which stills troubles me today.

Therapy helps, but even then

there are things I can only hope I’ll be able to deal with.

My strength can sometimes fail me.