Fairy Tales

Okay I confess. I did it. I brought shame on all women kind. But I couldnthelp myself. I had to know what was going on.So after calling the numbers off the list I accidently found in his wallet,had any one of you been concerned enough to admit the truth, maybeI wouldnt have wasted so many years of my life. And maybe I wouldhave found the courage to leave. In fact, maybe some of you rememberme. I called your home, work or cell; whichever number fell out of hispants pocket. And when you answered, I was always very polite in myapproach. So, Im guessing it caught you off guard when I came rightout and asked, Do you know my man? I mean seriously, would ithave been so hard to confess the truth? Yes Im sleeping with yourman? But instead, I, Stefanie Mason, continued to believe that I hadfound the man of my dreams; the man with whom I would share therest of my life and raise a family.I knew Nicholas Washington wasnt perfect. And as all fairytales of todaywould dictate, he was handsome, healthy, employed and drug-freeand never hesitated to profess his undying love for me. So, through thegood times and bad, thick and thin and the many many ups and downs,I knew I had found my Prince Charming. . .. . .that is until I met my Knight in Shining Armor.