When loving you is wrong sometimes things don't turn out right. "I never thought I would be confronted by a man about a man." My fist clinched; what mirrored Stephanie thought. He was a father of children, a childhood friend she had accepted when others shunned him. He, Stephen, or aka "Stank" had befriended her encouraging 'girl talk' sessions over glasses of wine to vent. For the past 12 years they had shared the same lover. At that moment a sickness came over her, regret seemed to materialize into tears. His words solicited confrontation but the sheer pain of knowing how in the dark she was compelled her to retreat. Stephanie had to save face, with a large crowd of family and friends she advised Stank that from this point he should not chose his battles lightly in concern to her, while leaning in to assure the heat from her breathe moistened his ear. He'd known the entire time, he had been the other women they dissected and demeaned. He'd always been the other woman; Stephanie began to quiver at the entire betrayal. Stank had been out of the closet for over 15 years. Stephanie always encouraged him toward seeking the Lord in order to see he was a man, made for a woman. She often wondered why a man that likes a man acts like a woman to validate their choice, as if a bent wrist, high voice, wig and attitude meant God was suppose to give them a vagina or vice verse. She had always considered a form of mental illness when someone is uncomfortable in their own skin. A spiritual confusion that suggest that God made a mistake in His omnipotent decision of gender.