A Good Woman

I am a good woman.  I have been kind and faithful to my husband.  Never had I argued or said anything to spite him. No matter how my body aches of yesterday’s labors, my husband comes home to a clean house with dinner on the stove.  Do not think that is the end of my good deeds!  Never—ever—has my husband seen me at anything less than my best.  My long ebony hair that cascades gracefully down my slender frame is always brushed neatly.  My fair skin, soft and pale like the finest silk, always kept in the most desirable state.  Why—oh why—would I go to such lengths for one man?  For I am a good woman and a great wife!

So when I am to come home early afternoon from my errands and see my husband with the new cleaning maid in our bed; I had to do what any other good woman would do.  I simply walked out of the house and went back to the market.  It seems that I had a few more things to get suddenly.  Besides a good woman must do all she can to provide for her husband.

 I made sure to walk the same path I knew the maid would walk to begin her journey to her lowly dwelling on the poor side of town.  So I walked slowly, but with a purpose, and calmly, but with a fire burning deep within me!  Oh what a good woman I am and still continue to be even in the midst of my husband’s treachery.  Why… I am so good that I will help my husband remember—and never forget again—that I am his one and only.