... ‘So, I’m still right here where she left me
Along with all the other things
she don’t care about anymore.
Mmmm, like that picture from our honeymoon
that night in Frisco Bay
She said, give it away
Well, I can’t give it away
And that big four-poster king-size bed
where all our love was made
She said, give it away
Well, I can’t give it away.’

I’ve got a furnished house, a diamond ring and a lonely broken heart full of love and I can’t even give it away. How did this happen to me? I really don’t know.

It was so beautiful for almost eight years and then one day she stormed around the house yelling about giving everything away because she doesn’t want anything to remind her of me.

My wife was leaving me, why? Well according to her as we sat calmly at the kitchen table that she had only been in lust with me not love. About six months ago she woke up one morning and realized that she no longer loved me and just didn’t want to be with me any longer. Since then, day by day she grew to like me less and less until it turned to almost downright hate. She could no longer live like that so the only answer was divorce. She was leaving me and this house and didn’t want any reminders of what was. She needed a clean break and wanted nothing from me except half of our meager savings and the equity in the house.

I tried to explain that the equity wasn’t much and the savings were only about $7,000 and the equity would be much less than that. “All told you will only get about that much if you’re lucky. Is that all you want is money?” I asked.