Husband Support

A pendant (from Old French) is a hanging object, generally attached to. . .
coda- the end.
works in a pinch!
but it trips on my tongue,
stubs its toe on my tonsils
and claws its way down
down
down
to my gullet
for which i have built a box
to hold my secrets, such as, but not limited to:

1) the branch from which the object hangs
2) i lead a double life (in conjunction with and bi-laterally dissecting my notsosecretlife)
3) these scenes from a movie for which i have no name:
a man awakens and gets ready for his day. shower. shave. breakfast.
he walks from his building to an apartment across the street, gets undressed and gets into bed with his ex-wife. the alarm goes off right away. he gets up and again gets ready for his day.
shower. shave. breakfast.
it is a long term charade he plays to protect his daughter from the divorce. he has no idea that his daughter watches him walk across the street every morning as he heads to her building...

and aside from that, apparently, myself being so awesome and what-not has thoroughly
emasculated him
and therefore I must pay
pay
pay
in nothing less than bratwurst, booty, and/or tokens for the Laundromat