T is for Triflin'

I will never understand something, and that's triflin' folk. They are like pennies on the ground, or like roaches-they don't die they multiply. There is a woman I know. She has a little girl, and she is married to a man who has admitted that he doesn't love her and probably never did. He has admitted that he married her to get what he needed, a friggin' green card. He got what he needed and now he's like puff,the friggin' magic dragon. Personally I say, puff on dragon boy. But the woman is in pain, and my heart aches for her. And I am sorry she is in such pain. The DB has decided that he's not going to help with anymore bills, including their house mortgage, nor is he going to take care of their daughter. This situation is tragic. I view it beyond the tragedy though. I believe this can be a new opportunity for the woman. I believe that she can be a better person because of this. And I believe, if she is open, love will come. The true kind that leaves you feeling good inside, versus like crap. My concern is their little girl though. She needs her daddy to give a damn.