The love of my life was clueless
Buried in his masculinity
Proudly called himself a feminist
But couldn’t see his wife’s misery
Blamed me for his bad behaviors
Because I wasn’t his perfect wife
he couldn’t save me
Because he didn’t know me
I did my best to inform him
But he missed all the obvious clues
He was wrapped in his own reality
The priveledge of men
Blinds them to reality of women.
Elizebeth Turnquist 
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