I Hate Her

How can I be first when I must remain a secret to spare her feelings? My white dress is hidden in a court house with no reception. 

I peeked at your phone the other night. I told you what I saw and how it broke my heart.

My secret is that I am jealous. I am jealous that my needs come second. I am jealous that she is your obsession. I am jealous that she can have that baby when my baby died. 

I get a ring, and she gets your son.