“As you make your own bed you lie in it”

Desperately unhappy but with no where to hide, sick of her life.. as a Mother and a wife..fedup of not having a loving husband by her side.. the little spark they had between the two of them has disappeared and died

As she sits on the sofa every friday and  saturday night, he drinks his bottle of red wine, yet he thinks thats all right.. but all she ever wants is his company, he hasn’t got a clue what he is doing you see.. lost in his bubble, so she get’s lost in hers.. conjuring creative ditties to fill her ‘Life in Verse’

Hey ho she is obssesive and he loves his booze.. but surely there is more to life, if you have the choice to choose..you see she has insomnia every single night and hears his puffing and popping, this is her constant plight.. so she takes her white noise for her tinnitus and her pillow for her head and walks down to the corridor to the spare bed.. but she knows in her heart this aggravates her spouse, he says’s “What’s the point of being married, it’s like your in another house”

So what an earth can she do, she get’s no sleep and as she lies listening to him in slumberland it makes her tinnitus beep.. “As you make your own bed you lie in it” that’s what people say, tho her sanity is struggling and it gets weaker by the day.. she feels like she is between the devil and the deep blue sea.. caught up in constant conundrum..of misery