Take another little piece of my heart now baby. That's how I've been feeling all day. Just like the Janice Joplin song. I correct myself. It's how I feel a LOT of the time.
My husband is a good man. He's a hard worker. He doesn't drink, fool around with other women, or God forbid, beat me. (I can't say the same about my first husband.) What he does sometimes almost feels worse.
He ignores me.
I wonder how many pieces of a person's heart can be taken before there isn't any heart left to give?