It must be nice to talk to someone on the phone and hear sweet words instead of anger and blame.
It must be nice to feel loved wanted instead of resented.
It must be nice to feel cherished.
It must be nice to be held.
It must be nice not to be yelled at all the time for things that aren't your fault.
It must be nice to know you can go somewhere without worrying about who is watching the kids, and how.
It must be nice not to have to struggle and beg and wrangle and plead to have a few precious minutes of peace.
It must be nice to be loved.
It must be nice. I wouldn't know.
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