Left behind (from, “Do you?”)

I don’t know why my husband’s so cold.
I dreamed every night of us growing old.
I loved him since our first date at lunch.
He told me it was cute, the way that I munch.
Some how he always was in a good mood,
Even when I overcooked the food.
I felt lucky because I didn’t have to fear.
He never told lies and was always sincere.
I realize now, with all those pounds,
The things he tells me are but empty sounds.
I feel like being with me gives him no pleasure
He sees my life filled only with leisure.
I was joyful hearing he wouldn’t have to work.
If only I knew he’d become such a jerk.
I’d be sad too if I felt my routine had no purpose
Compared to his, mine is a circus.
People love having me in their life.
I don’t know why I still call myself his wife.
As things stand now, the love is all gone.
My friends tell me “hurry up” and “move on.”
I always respond, “you don’t know the real him.”
But with the way he is now, I can’t convince them.
Ever since he got all that money,
He stopped being sweet, stopped calling me honey.
I remember our conversation that day.
Telling him everything would turn out okay.
Drowning in a pool of fragile despair,
He told me he loved me, he seemed so scared.
Now all I have of him is a cut of his check.
Everything in our lives changed because of that wreck.