Angry Stew

Eyes are red from the night before
I sit still injesting red wine on the floor.
remembering the screaming,taking it to the streets
It was 4am b4 we got to sleep.

They say 4 better or for worst
I'm assuming this was one of the worst rehearsed
Slamming the door and on the brakes of the car
I knew that anger wouldnt take him too far

I didnt give shit I didnt care I drowned my sorrows
in vodka till he reappeared. A day later We are being polite
giving each other space after a trivial fight.

I slept till 2 and when I woke he already started drinking
heiniken and we barely spoke.
Nothing more to say in my opinoin my hurt turned to anger
and I kept my distance.

I heard the cutting board and I watched his face chop onions
potatoes and carrots. His frown was somthing bitter to taste
as he put his spices in the pot. we were polite no one spoke unless
it was needed but I already decided that I wasnt eating.
I kept seeing him pop the caps on the beer bottles cooking the chicken
My nose got a little carried away so I stayed in the kitchen.

I thought of all the hurtful things that was said as tears welled in my eyes I popped
open a bottle of shiraz and began to drown my thoughts in the wine.

I couldnt take it anymore I grabbed a bowl and a spoon. as my baby kept checking on me
every 5 min to see if I was cool. I dipped the spoon in the pot and spoke out loud Angry Stew.
I will eat the bitternes that he put in this stew. i will promise not to like it , I will wash my bowl
so he wont ask me how did it turn out. I didnt want to talk i didnt want to smile. But as I put the
spoon to my mouth every taste made me warm. My daughter came in and helped me eat it.
Smiles appeared as he stood in the door way he asked How was it ? I said what your angry stew.
More potaoes would do next time not enough potaotoes.

Are u good and drunk I asked ? He noded yes. I already finshed half a bottle of shiraz so I said I'm right behind you .
He smiled at me put his lips to mine. He chuckled and said angry stew. hmph only u would come up with that.
Am I still mad. No just drunk and full of stew.

Marriage is something.