Sacrifice or play nice

Being a mum ,
Qualifies you within many things,
You don't need a paycheck,
(Payment) the love it brings,
So when they say you've done nothing,
And haven't worked a day in your life,
You have no idea the amount of heartache or strife,
You place within their heart,
with your words,
they cut like a knife,
What a rotten thing to say,
to your wife,
The mother of your children,
The words honour, cherish,
For the rest of your life,
Words you stomp on at may,
Back in the day ,
Woman weren't allowed to work,
They were merely a marriage perk,
Stay home and tend to the house,
Watch the kids,
and Mass populate,
So much stress,
Self medicate ,
But do not interrupt,
Be quiet as a mouse,
To be seen but nor heard,
So absurd,
Todays' mothers,
have it hard,
so much responsibilities ,
Why compromise her strength and abilities,
By placing ignorance,
And arrogance in her way,
If you were tested,
upon the parenting skills a mother knows,
I am sure you won't know half,
Unless you are a father/mother,
Very top of the class,
If your so unhappy with your life,
Then get a divorce,
Find a better life,
But stop dumping your misery,
On top of their mother,
your wife,
Or you could take over the parenting toll,
While she brings home the pay roll.
Sacrifice or play nice.