Dear FridayT
The poem was not unnecessary at all.
I spent many a night staying on my couch posting here in the dark of the night ... when she fell asleep and the chaos was done for the day.
I’m free now, as is my younger daughter, but it took a couple of years. I hope you can escape and get back to your life again.
My hurt boils down to this: I expected to be part of a vital, loving, stable partnership with this woman; in the end I realized that she could never have a true partner with a voice and needs and likes and dislikes—that was never what she needed or wanted or even was capable of having.
Your poem just describes our relationship
per
fect
ly