Fighting

“I’m not happy,”
     her husband said,
          and he started dropping d-bombs:
                                           divorce.
They had their tenth anniversary this year too
     but they did not enjoy theirs.

His bombs hit her
                   right
     where they were supposed to.

It was a movie,
         someone else’s life, right?
    Everything was so surreal
                           happening
                                      in front of her,
                      but it couldn’t be
                           happening
                                       to her.

She still loved him.
And they had made a promise:
          better
          worse
          rich
          poor
          sickness
          health
          forever.
    Why would he do this?

He blindsided her.
She hadn’t seen it coming.
          Had he stopped loving her?
          Was she just supposed to accept that?
          Should she just give up?

                    Not a chance.

She would not go down passively.
She would fight
          for him
          for their marriage
          for their family.

Whatever it was he was unhappy about,
     he would not bulldoze her
               into letting go.
She knew there was a chance
     she may lose anyway,
          but she was going to do
                    everything
                    she
                    could
           white-knuckled and all
                    to help them
                          be them
                              again.

And maybe
     if he saw how hard
               she was fighting,
        he would realize
               she was worth fighting for too.