A/N: Ok, I found out today that while I was pregnant my husband strayed. I'm hurt and needed to write something. It sux I know but its part of my healing. Thanks

DISCLAIMER: Ok, I've mentioned Twilight and Harry Potter here, Not mine. I just love them and are using them as metaphors.

I never had an Edward,

I never had a Ron.

I once had a Jacob

But that was just wrong.

He played my heart,

Played in my bed.

Hurt me so bad

His face now I dread.

He never Hit me,

Cursed me or made hell.

He just told me he loved me

And there could never be anyone else.

He fathered my child,

Bestowed a ring.

He hugged me,

And acted as my King.

I was not alone

There were two more.

I find out now

About those little whores.

Almost a year has past

since our relationship ended

Parted on good terms

Or so I had intended.

I'm not the only hurt

His son will know the facts

Of his fathers actions

And the control he lacks.

No, I was never a Bella

Or a Hermione it's true.

I only hope that one day

My heart will open to…

A world unhurt

And Love will get me through