Que Te Pedi
My husband asked for a separation.
In my heart I don’t know that he ever felt like a husband to me.
He was the representation of what I thought I wanted. Deserved.
White.
Muscular.
Accent.
Plain and unassuming. Gentle, kind.
Big dick.
Green eyes.
Loyal.
It wasn’t enough.
It’s not what I need.
I need me.