You Know You Like It

He brought you to the dance and now your disgusted with his delivery. When no one cared, he showed you your inner charm. Others said you were born into the wrong family and that you would not achieve or acquire anything. They didn't want to socialize with you and wanted you to stay at home even though your family didn't appreciate you.

He told you that you were beautiful and you started to believe the same. The dance invited many people but because of the arrogance you developed, you thought you looked desirable; wearing a plan red dress with ordinary blue shoes over your pale skin. You came from a common place and only desired to separate yourself from the haunting past. He showed you a new life, and the happiness that was found is envied by everyone. When your self-esteem grew, you felt like you could take on the world. There wasn't anything you couldn't do and there wasn't anybody that could get in the way of the love.

The feelings were so well, you even introduced him to your parents and friends. Although many rejected him, you both built a life together and adopted children that were in need. Things were great until you thought he was to restrictive. You complained that he took your creativity, and the desire to care. So, you deliberately started going against the guidelines that built your happiness

Now, you act like you are ready to throw it all away because he wasn't strong enough to handle your abuse. You say that he took away your creativity, but you didn't complain when when he gave the avenues of freedom, that allowed you to be creative. You took him for granted. He brought you flowers but you only wanted roses, he built you a house and you only wanted a mansion, he brought you a car but you didn't want to drive, you wanted a private jet. The marriage started to crumble and now you are lost.

You want to blame him but I bet you don't want him to leave. Yeah, your girls say that he is no good and that they are glad they are not with him but let him go and watch how they stab you in the back. Everyone has good and bad traits, but you have the status of the most beautiful girl in the world, and it is only because of him.

So, stop complaining about the bad when the majority is good. Stop being so damn unappreciative. If you keep on this way, I promise that even your sisters will lay in bed with him.

My note to Mrs. Capitalism aka American Society