Social Media is not "Dear Diary"

This poem was inspired by the number of women who become angry at their husbands and tell all of their business on Facebook. They share how their husbands mistreat them and say they are putting them out, only to later share how wonderful their spouse is. The cycle repeats as they complain, say divorce is coming, then reconcile over and over. People have a right to do whatever they choose. Younger women have told me this. Still, I share this musing of an older boomer.

Forget, forgotten, forgot

“Dear diary” Facebook is not

Your posts have hundreds of prying eyes

That watch your moves as if they are spies

They don't click like and never comment

But watch as your relationship you lament

And your secrets are often revealed

That probably should remain concealed

Wives share truths online about spouses

Cheating, addiction, and call them louses

Swearing their marriages, they will end

On changing their minds you can depend

Days or weeks later their husband's praise they sing

Posting how wonderful he is- ring-a ding-ding

Later the posts revert back again

To the wives who spill tea and complain

They tell their Facebook friends once more

They are going to show their husband to the door

Only to later post giving their spouse praise

As many eyebrows on social media raise

Love him, and keep him or leave him alone

It's nobody's business but your own

Making idol threats and not following through

Should only be between the man you married and you

Don't set yourself up to be the joke of the day

With people waiting to read what next you will say