for many women love is a gamble. and like most gamblers, we just don’t know when to walk away. to cut your losses is a thing unheard of when you refuse to believe you’re not getting out of the hole. a gambler can enter a frenzy hoping for a huge monetary payout – – – so why do we not understand women who hope for the payout of a happily ever after?
they say hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, but i also believe heaven hath no grace like a womans forgiveness. and if a woman so choose, her man can chew her up and spit her out, as long as there’s still hope for that payout.
and tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow
she’ll awake, fumbling as she makes his breakfast because her eyes are still swollen from last nights tears. she’ll call him over and over, pleading for a bit of his attention because he threatened to take it away, not realizing that she’d be better without it. why? because she’s already in the hole and he’s mastered manipulating her mental. if only, if only he’d go back to the prince he was when they met, or become the person she thought he’d be – – – though that thought NEVER crossed his mind – – – then she’d be back on track. she’d regain control of herself and her love. and all of this? they’d look back on and laugh.
and so she gambles. she risks a bit more of her heart with every spin, with every card, with every coin until she runs out. and ain’t it funny how the gamblers never realize they’ve got nothing left, until they’ve got nothing left? and though this is not the case for all woman, and though all women in this scenario have the ability to walk away with something…isn’t it still true, even a little bit….