​what should I do with my life,

see what happens with him,
see what happens with him,
live with a man who does not respect you,
clean up and
 
takes his share of work.
 
move back
stay with
feel it out like butter warmed on toast or
do you really care
 
I feel like you do, but you are afraid
in a couple of years nobody else will want
                                    grayed split hairs and stained coffee teeth.
 
Be a great partner.
Great smile.
Wants to do things.
Not a drinker or a smoker.
No sense of humor.
Both broken toys.
 
I wish he could be like that.
                        balance the dishes on the silverware from room to room
            but oh, very selfish...

NOTE: This is a poem-in-progress. I'd greatly appreciate comments and suggestions. I am still working on finishing the poem, so consider this ending, for the moment, en media res.