Wednesday, September 19, 2007

~The Fool by Diane~


We met in Central Park. I was out for a morning run, and he was walking two of the cutest dogs I had ever seen. I’d find out later he had his wedding ring slipped off and tucked it into the pocket of his pants.
It’s been two years now and I can’t seem to get out.--despite knowing what I am doing is not right, despite knowing that there is not just a wife but also a child, and despite knowing I am not the only one. He doesn’t buy me expensive presents or take me out for extravagant dinners and order a bottle of the finest wine. He is not movie-star handsome, and he doesn’t have an exotic job that has him traveling the world. All in all he could really be anybody’s husband. Except, of course, he couldn’t be mine.

2 comments:

Comrade Kevin said...

Both puppies came from abusive homes and were a case study on dysfunctional behavior. The smaller of the two had a severe case of separation anxiety, culled from being locked in a room with only a towering mound of food and a large bowl of tepid water. He clung to my heels for the entire morning and was constantly underfoot.

Zoe sees herself as the pet savior and often takes in animals who have come from bad homes. Unfortunately, this also pertains to her taste in men. Her current boyfriend was little more than a sadistic bully in middle school. I've never understood what she sees in him, but the more I've been around her, the more I've realized how very frail she is emotionally.

When not at work, she sits around the house and drinks. She rises only to crack open another beer and to feed her hungry brood. Her latest slug of a boyfriend occasionally opens cans of food and washes out empty beer cans so that they don't attract cockroaches.

diane said...

THE FOOL
We met in Central Park. I was out for a morning run, and he was walking two of the cutest dogs I had ever seen. I’d find out later he had his wedding ring slipped off and tucked it into the pocket of his pants.
It’s been two years now and I can’t seem to get out.--despite knowing what I am doing is not right, despite knowing that there is not just a wife but also a child, and despite knowing I am not the only one. He doesn’t buy me expensive presents or take me out for extravagant dinners and order a bottle of the finest wine. He is not movie-star handsome, and he doesn’t have an exotic job that has him traveling the world. All in all he could really be anybody’s husband. Except, of course, he couldn’t be mine.