I wrote this towards the end of my marriage for a school assignment. My H had gone on a military asignment and would not let me go with him. We lived apart for 6 months, but I visited every month. In the meantime, he found a guy very much like him and he confided in him and treated him the way I wish he'd treated me. I always suspected they got into trouble while their wives were away together.

My Prisoner
You were shackled to your fate in a small ceremony on a warm summer day. The chaplain read you your sentence and the documents cementing your destiny were signed. Through your eyes, I am a softened warden, holding the keys to your shackles. You weave your words meticulously and throw an occasional smile my way in order to obtain my sympathetic favors. You wonder how you came to be in this prison. Wardens are not very popular, and nobody wants to have anything to do with one for longer than they must. But somehow you believe I managed to bait you, and trick you into a life sentence under my personal care.
I am neither your soul mate, nor am I your friend. I am the enemy, and so you found another prisoner while I wasn’t watching to befriend. Someone you could be honest with and laugh with over the amazing lies you tell to me. Together, you found means of bribing other wardens and officers to receive favors in secret. Together, the two of you found ways to covertly violate your sentences and remained ever vigilant in protecting the truth from finding my ears. Two chausses in cahoots, proud and happy to have found a deviation from their responsibilities.
Oh, my dishonest little prisoner. Has it truly been that bad? Your face falls at my coming, and brightens at the sight of your prisoner friend. It pains me to see you slip through my fingers, twisting yourself tighter in your web of deceit. Did you truly think I would not know? Did you think I actually believed your fables? You have nothing holding you in this prison any longer. The protection you received from me is being received elsewhere. There are no longer any locks on your shackles. Leave this prison you so despise, and reclaim whatever it is you think you have lost.