I am a chef of love.
I nightly make him feasts.
I cover him in kisses
And I work to tame his beast.
He is a hungry dragon seeking to devour
Nothing can quench his hunger.
He takes, and he takes, and he takes until the kitchen is empty
Then he yells at me for not providing a bigger feast.
So, I do. More love, more grace, more food.
turning up the temperature so he can feel my warmth,
but still he isn’t satisfied with the things I provide.
So one more time, I try.
I cook him everything he says he needs, everything he says he loves. hoping he will finally see that he has won the jackpot of partners. Only to hear him say “ give me more”.
I look down,
My cup is empty
I hit the floor,
face buried in the rough carpet,
asking GOD what happened.
God said, " You entered the pattern again.
I tried to warn you.
That day when you looked at him and saw your ex
, the one who hit you and called you stupid, that was a glimpse of what was ahead.
I thought that would be enough to get you to leave.
But you keep your heart on your sleeve.
Here is the remedy.
Stay close to me.
follow my lead.
I won’t let that pattern repeat.