til death do ya part…

was there ever a time you just got tired of it…

of her…

yeah…

uh huh…

got tired of the little things huh…

you could say that…

what kind of stuff was it…

not bein’ able to come and go as I liked…no freedom…like I gotta collar ’round my neck…can’t make a move without permission…some kinda weird ownership…that ring brought problems…

what kept you in it…

no where else to go…fear of dyin’ alone…bein’ with her beats bein’ by myself…

does it…

guess so…

just said you got no freedom…

I don’t…but if I had freedom I’d be dead inna week…drinkin’ every night…whorin’ ’round…maybe take up a few more bad habits…who knows…

did’ya think you’d wind up like this…bein’ told what to do all the time…not havin’ a mind of your own…

don’t know…don’t know what I expected…seemed like a good idea at the time…I loved her…whatever that means…

you thought you loved her…

spose…didn’t know what I was gettin’ into…you never really do…it’s all a guessin’ game…some kinda chance you take…some kinda rollercoaster ride…terrifyin’…

why don’t you just leave…

can’t…I got no where to go…I’m stuck…work…bills…new truck…people talk…

just leave in the middle of the night…

naw…I’m in too deep…too deep…might as well stick it out…

you think she feels the same way…

I know she does…two miserable people…that’s what marriage is…has been for generations…just a long drawn out misery…oh well…why should I be any different from the next guy…til death do ya part…til death do ya part…


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