It seemed quite impossible however for me to stand prosperity so I would drink myself out of one situation, get myself together a bit, develop another, and then repeat the performance. ~ Alcoholics Anonymous: the “Big Book” (Kindle Locations 3805-3807)

Martyrdom, suffering, the victim role
feels right, deserved.
I know better, want better,
ask for better
but when he walks me to my car
I say it’s not necessary.
And it’s not, at least not
necessarily necessary…
but proper, the manners
we were raised with.
Or did something in childhood
make me uncomfortable
with manners?
He deserves a woman who deserves
to be walked to the car.
God deserves a creation
who prospers
and enjoys prosperity.