I can't handle
your promiscuity.
I can't handle
your retelling in gory detail each seduction.
I can't handle
your erotic fantasy of being sandwiched by two different men.
I can't handle
you complaining that I bore you.
I can't handle
the lies and the lies and the still more lies.
And I can't handle
I surrendered my children for you.
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