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.
