Unwelcoming

Water cascading over me, hiding, for now I’m free. Free from my self-inflicted cage called marriage, barbed wire twisting, tighter and tighter around my heart. I daydream continually of an alternate reality, where we part, amicably.
I married my best friend, not my love he didn’t even know I existed, even when he found his one, I persisted. If I hadn’t wanted a baby, I’d probably be still chasing him and me, to put it in the saddest and simplest terms, my womb doesn’t even want my husband’s sperm.
Each month, we hope, but yet again, nope. Next time I’m late I’m not opening that gate.