She once had a point.
Was so sure of her purpose,
geared in a specific direction.
Why consider anything else?
It was the norm;
it was the natural progression:
College, teach, marriage, kids.
Simple formula -
instruct until procreation,
being a happy homemaker.
When last child hit school age,
mom went back to the classroom too.
That was the point:
summer’s off and same day schedule.
Unsuccessful as she was in choosing
her life partner…
her purpose became unspecified;
no longer a normal progression;
this new formula was complex.
Since that happy home wrecker
divided a decidedly flimsy fantasy.
Was there ever a true connection?
Backward thoughts view oddities;
his habits and circumstantial events
prove a mathematical probability:
he cheated all along….