*Disclaimer: This is a fictional account any similarities to those living or dead is merely coincidental*
Have you ever seen a wolf? Not the one that ate that Lil’ Red’s dear old granny or the one that “huffed and puffed” and blew down the houses of those three little pigs. I’m talking about a real life wolf. No? Well I can say that I have, that’s right I have come face to face with a wolf, looked him square in the eyes sure did. To be honest I shared a bed with this same wolf and did the unthinkable and the impossible. That’s right I done fell in love with a gotdamn wolf. If you have a moment I’ll be happy to tell you my story.
I guess I can now compare myself to Mary (No not Jesus’ mother. No, not Mary Magdellan either) the Mary who had a little lamb, you know the one that followed her all around? Her loyal friend and companion none the less. (My lamb was a full-grown sheep, same concept though) For as far back as I can recollect I have always been attracted to the bad guys and the wrong guys. (But isn’t that most of us women? We always want what is no good for us) Finally I just grew tired and decided all I truly needed was a loyal friend, someone to keep me grounded as well as be a companion. (The buddy and the boo) It was in this unlikely friendship with this sheep that I found myself falling in love. All the things Mr. Wrongs one through twenty had done wrong were all the things this here sheep in a jeep was doing right. It was only logical that we explored a deeper relationship. (I know I’m not alone here, can I get a head nod? A “Girl I been there!” Something!) Needless to say as the months grew hotter that sheep began to shed his wool, and more of him was revealed as time moved on. The saying “what’s done in the dark will always come to light” stands true and firm, you can only hide who you really are for so long especially in a relationship. Sadly, I’d seen all the flashing red lights before I crashed head first into a sea of drama, conflict and heartbreak. Still at this very moment I am wondering, “Where the hell is that boy (that cries wolf) when you need him?” I never saw it coming despite the obvious signs that kept popping up from all directions. Isn’t that what we do though? We become so blinded by what we believe to be love that we overlook the lies we are told. We do this because we don’t believe that someone who says “I love you” while looking into your eyes or in the heat of passion would ever do anything to betray the trust you feel they have earned. The ugly truth is that there isn’t always truth in people’s words, you have to demand action and even then still be skeptical.
Back to my story, it didn’t take long before that sheep’s suit became either too tight or too hot, hell it may have been too itchy I don’t really know. What I do know is that before I knew what had come of me I was staring a wolf right in the face. Talk about someone who was shocked, you could’ve bought me for a penny. But it was at that very moment that the entire relationship all began to make sense, at that moment when I finally saw this wolf for the beast that he was. I thought back to the week before when I said to myself “My what sharp teeth you have for a sheep”, or a month prior when I thought “My what big hands you have for a sheep.” Low and behold I’d been sleeping with a wolf all a long!
Moral of the story: “In time people will slowly reveal to you who they are, believe them! Don’t let the wool be pulled over your eyes”.