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.
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, maybe
I wouldn't have wasted so many years of my life. And 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, healthy, employed and drug-free
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.
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