One Transgression

Okay I confess. I did it. I brought shame on all women kind. But I couldn’t help myself. I had to know what was going on. I needed to know the truth.

So after calling the numbers off the list I "accidentally" found in his wallet, had any one of you been concerned enough to admit the truth, maybe I wouldn’t have wasted so many years of my life. Maybe I would have found the courage to leave. In fact, maybe some of you remember me. I called your home, work or cell; whichever number fell out of his pants pocket. And when you answered, I was always very polite in my approach. So, I’m guessing it caught you off guard when I came right out and asked, “Do you know my man?” I mean seriously, would it have been so hard to confess the truth? “Yes I’m sleeping with your man?” But instead, I, Stefanie Mason, continued to believe that I had found the man of my dreams; the man with whom I would share the rest of my life and raise a family.

I knew Nicholas Washington wasn’t perfect. And as all fairytales of today would dictate, he was handsome, employed and never hesitated to profess his undying love for me. So, through the good 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.

Now I just need to figure out how to keep from going to hell for feeling so good.