Lupeo

So there I was, beside myself, feeling as though a mere shadow of who I was stood at my oblique, and I wondered aloud as if anyone would reply, "Have I really been this vile menacing consort, this degenerate sire, whom at the cusp of every twilight, I am lambasted into identifying with?"  Her nightly assaults had become my expectation, not an exception to the rule, but more the rule by which all other nights were measured.  Have you ever heard yourself saying, "Tomorrow will be better."  Can you recall ever rationalizing an others' malevolent intent with introspective impute?  I failed to prepare for the siege that would cleave my core in two; separating me from love, family, property, and value of self.  The scars I bear will fester for decades as my shrew profits fantastically from the spoils of war.  Justice is not available.  Solace may be received only when there is someone left in your life that has not been run off bearing witness to the siege. As she courts another mate and grooms him to replace me in the minds and hearts of my offspring I am left with scraps, shards, mere bones while I yield more than six tenths of my professional efforts for their leisured disengagement.  When function is restored there will be no compensation; this bond to which I am bound is dastardly sound.  Profit she shall at the expense of what remains of any significant portion of this broken souls maturity.