The Fool

I am the fool The one who's been dooped. The butt of the April Fool's joke. Not even my finely tuned woman's intuition could detect my beloved's heart being stolen by another. How could I have allowed this blindness to creep into my soul? I am the fool.

Foolishness to believe a marriage could be put on hold, pushed to the back burner, waiting for each half to become whole, for the chaos to die down. To blindly believe the perfect marriage or even a good marriage can wait until tomorrow. Foolishness

Foolhardily I put my trust in the mighty word, "reputation." After all, my husband is a man of God. He would not jeopardize his Christian witness. Ironically, I surmise this will keep me safe from the unthinkable. Or so I thought. Or so I foolhardily thought.

So foolishly I shove aside the eerie sensation that creeps through the phone line into my soul. Was someone in the hotel room with my beloved? His reply of protest haunts my dreams. Nevertheless, I believe him, so foolishly.

A fool I must have been to his women - a moronic imbecile. I was the proverbial wife who could not keep her man. The butt of their jokes, the snicker behind their eyes, the fondling of my beloved while "the wife" is on the phone. The ignorant wife, a fool.

"Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me." I believed the hundreds of lies. I fell for the many excuses of missing money. These two evil companions of adultery - lying and stealing - have crushed my innocence and destroyed my trust. Many times fooled equal a shameful fool.

Only a fool believes that "ignorance is bliss." Blind ignorance cannot go on forever. The truth eventually wins out and then the jester begins his dance: "You fool, you fool, you fool." he chants.

I agree. . . . . . . .