sonnet I scold myself midst

I scold myself midst tears it wont repeat
Heck only yesterday he called me doll
His nectar nonpareil both rich and sweet
His lifebouy through roughest rigmarole
But facts are facts and hes a serial cheat
By any other name by girl pal poll
Im down a dress size since stressed I wont eat
I cant be dealing dustups trashing troll
Divorce would split our precious hoard in halves
At stake a settled taste for better booze
A country mansion its attendant mews
The fillies colts and mares the cows and calves
I read if she can simper first true love
Stuff simply brilliant that hes not above
Chorus love ardour infatuation