Function

Somedays feel like day one all over again. Full of blues, cry me a river drowning in my own tears and fears. Seven months later still so much unresolved pain. Puzzled over why love went wrong, when I did all that was right. Selfish and greedy by self admission a beautiful woman you say I am, the perfect wife, but I'm not ready to be a man. You'd think that would have been decided way before I do. I had to learn the hard way that you don't and now I'm left to learn how to function all over again.