April Fool's Day Came Early...

April Fool's was always an exciting holiday for her. It was a day she used for revealing truths to loved ones. A day she used for telling people all the hurtful things she really thought about them and after brushing off all the impenetrable guilt with a simple APRIL FOOL'S!

Things like,
"your breath stinks... "
"no one likes you..."
"your such a liar..."
"your hair is ugly..."
"that dress is so pretty..."
"yes you can borrow 20$..."
"I wish I wouldn't have married you..."
"your a bona fide racist..."
"I still smoke..."
and of course after each one never forgetting to tie that pretty little satin bow at the end of every phrase in the form of an excited and enthusiastic, "APRIL FOOL'S!"

But this year the holiday crept up on her faster than she had ever imagined. Just yesterday it felt like she was celebrating the New Year and now she was already in April. Was she getting old really fast? Faster than she would like to admit? That her favorite holiday no longer awoke the little butterflies that resided so wildly in her now flaccid and lumpy tummy?

And as she sat there wondering what was going on behind her, she realized that fate was playing the ultimate April Fool's joke on her. Except she hadn't understood it yet. The joke was truly on her this time. She thought she was needed, respected, adored. Instead she was mocked, patronized and blatantly lied to. Made a fool of on the one day she was permitted to be made a fool of. Except being foolish isn't so funny. She understood that maybe in a few months she would be able to look over to her girlfriends and think about what happened on this fateful day and burst into a fit of laughter instead of a fit of tears.

But that day wasn't approaching anytime soon. She would bask in her betrayal, her anguish. She would milk her protagonist role until the utters ran dry, her tears ran dry, till her shame ran dry. Her guard would never again be down, from now on she would hold a mirror over her shoulder to watch her back.....





“This is the day upon which we are reminded of what we are on the other three hundred and sixty-four.” -Mark Twain