Why Chocolate?

once upon a time a very long time ago in another life I was married to my first husband. we had a very tumultuous marriage, one that lasted close to 20 years. We had two kids together, a boy and a girl, 21 months apart. Throughout the years there were fights, multiple affairs, physical and mental abuse , it was a living hell every day, but I stayed for the kids because I thought thats what we we were supposed to do. I did everything I could to escape the real life we had. when other people were around it was an escape because we put on our masks to hide the people we really were, to hide all the crazy. My nephew and I were close in age and oftentimes he would spend the noght with us to keep me and the kids company while my then husband was off cheating with someone new. On one of these occasions, life was happening. My nephew was there with us, we had just finished dinner and i was making them Mexican hot chocolate. The kids were fighting as was my husband and I and there was my nephew just taking it all in. It was one big chaotic mess. And then in the middle of the chaotic mess was the chocolate on the stove that I forgot to stir and care for, just like my life at that moment, and I looked at my nephew and said "meanwhile as the chocolate burns" and we laughed.