Divorce Poem

What Happened To Our Marriage?

What has become of the love of our youth?

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This poem hit me right in my heart because my boyfriend of 30 years (he doesn’t believe in marriage) and I can handle that. What I can’t handle is that the last 4 or 5 years he has become...

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The Two Of Us

© more by Antoinette McDonald

Published: May 2008

I wish I knew what has become of the two of us
We used to talk, now I can't speak anymore
I'm told I speak way too loud
Nothing I have to say ever comes out right

I wish I knew what has become of the two of us
We used to have fun
Now we can't stand to be around one another
All we ever seem to do is fight

I wish I knew what has become of the two of us
We used to laugh
Now all I want to do is cry
You no longer hold me in your arms at night

I wish I knew what has become of the two of us
We spoke of the future quite often
Now it just seems bleak and blind
We no longer have the sunshine that is so bright

I wish I knew what has become of the two of us
We don't seem to see eye to eye
It feels like we move only mechanically
Doesn't look like there's any hope in sight

I wish I knew what has become of the two of us
Nothing seems the same at all
Have we gotten too old to love one another
Has our marriage lost its delight?

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  • Barbara Hackett by Barbara Hackett
  • 2 years ago

This poem hit me right in my heart because my boyfriend of 30 years (he doesn’t believe in marriage) and I can handle that. What I can’t handle is that the last 4 or 5 years he has become very mentally abusive. I’m not allowed to speak. When I do, he tells me no one cares what I have to say. I go to my room and stay in there. He doesn’t look at me. He has his family and my family not wanting to be around me. This poem really touched my heart because I would love to know what I’ve done to cause him to do this. I’ve done nothing except stand by him and love him and treat him like a king. And yet I don’t understand what’s changed, and he won’t talk to me. He won’t let me talk, so I just sit around and cry all the time. Then he calls me a cry baby. I asked him why he wants to hurt me. He says he’s not said anything to hurt me. He acts like he doesn’t know what I’m talking about. That’s why I love this poem.

  • Rev. Cordero by Rev. Cordero
  • 13 years ago

I used this poem to reflect and prepare my sermon for some friends of mine today. I used it with the scripture of 1 Corth. 12:31-13:8a. The main topic the importance of communication every single day of the married life.

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