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He left the toilet seat up,

so I could fall in again.

Toothpaste and whiskers cover the sink.

Does he even know how to rinse it out?

Dirty clothes thrown everywhere,

I’m pulling out my hair!



There he is sitting in front of the TV,

beer in one hand the remote in the other.

“Fix my dinner! Rub my feet!”

What did I get myself into?

I thought I left all this when I married him,

but Prince Charming isn’t so charming behind closed doors.