The battle

I’m angry that battles

Raged in my mind

For 8 years of days

And 8 years of nights,

"You aren't treated well,

And you aren't treated right,

This isn't a partner,

You will find the light"

"But the kids and the house

And the kids and this life,

And my time with the kids,

Will the kids be alright?"

I'm angry that battles

Still rage through the night,

While he’s never once

Thrown himself in the fight.