I look at you, lying in bed beside me, knowing your kids are down the hall sleeping soundly...
I should be happy for you, for me, for all of us.
But sometimes, like tonite, even if for only a moment, I feel hate towards you.
It seems like once again, you've gotten off scott free, without one consequence.
No hurt.
No pain.
No sadness.
I know it is not my place to punish. And I am not supposed to judge.
I know that the past is in the past.
But sometimes, like tonite, even if for only a moment, I feel hate towards you.