When you came home you found me crying

Frustrations had been too much

You acted like you cared, but later didn't show me such.

You were to cook supper, but ten o'clock came around

My stomach growled in anger, an empty soulless sound

You expected me to help you, but honey how could I?

I had the baby all evening long

Even when it was your turn, I was singing him songs.

There was so much I wanted to say, but for the baby I could not.

Fears of losing him outmatch you, though in the darkness I began to rot.

How could you dare do it?

Take credit when none is due.

You did nothing but sit around.

I'm the one who fed him food.

And when I did, it spilled.

When he cried, I held him close.

Yet, you are the one who did fulfill?

Who swears he loves him most?

I wasn't mad when you said you might lose your job for the twelfth time today.

I wasn't mad when you had me take him, though I felt far from okay.

What set me off was your response to waiting for me to lead

When I'm busy being a leader to him, and can't be one to thee.

So then you spout off how we were taking care of him

Yet that's far from true

It was me taking care of the baby, just me, not you.

So bite these tears I cried when you first came home

Because the rest of the time you were here I felt just as bad--alone.