Disclaimer: I don't own FOP, the title and lyrics at the end are from Ashanti's song, "Foolish". (Well there WERE lyrics at the end)

Note: In this story there'll be a reference to an unaired episode of FOP called "Where's the Wand?" (It only comes on on Oh Yeah Cartoons!) What happens is Vicky's going to a costume dance at her school, and dresses as a Fairy Godmother. Timmy's parents give her a box of props and Wanda's wand falls inside it. They follow her to the dance to get the wand. Vicky gets a stain on her dress and is going to the bathroom, and Cosmo's standing against the lockers and says "Hey gorgeous." She ignores him so he turns himself into a tall, non-scrawny, human, and repeats himself asking if she'd like to dance with him. He says something else, and she faints. Wanda gets jealous, and says, "Listen buddy, I may not be as young as I used to, but just remember that you're a married man." And Cosmo does not like Vicky; he was just trying to get the wand back. He's not going to be the next R. Kelly, OK! Thought you'd need to know that, and I don't hate Cosmo, and I really don't like Wanda. You won't be able to tell by reading this though. Well read and review!

Foolish

I'm so fed up with this.

He's bawling his pretty green eyes out, begging me for my forgiveness. However, I just turn from him and fly away. I can't look at him anymore, this is the final straw.

I poof myself into the lady's room, glad that no one other than I is here. I hover before one of the mirrors and stare at my sad reflection. "This is the last straw." I tell myself and it is. This is it, I can't take anymore. I'm leaving him.

However, a huge sigh escapes my pink lips and I hang my head. How many other times have I said this? How many times have I promised myself I would leave and I've stayed? Too many times to even count.

Why do I allow him to treat me this way? What has happened to all my self-respect, my self-worth? Why did I even marry him?

Because he used to love me. When I was younger I used to mean something to him. Maybe I was never beautiful to him, but back then he didn't seem so shallow. He seemed perfect. Well, he wasn't that smart, and was kind of kidish, but he wasn't arrogant like Juandissimo and he was really sweet.

We fell in love with each other during high school and he proposed to me when he finally graduated. I should've seen it than. Because if you truly love someone, you'd want to give them something nice. You wouldn't give them something that's all chewed up and smells like it's been sitting in the trash. I know I sound selfish, but who proposes to someone with a chewed up pen cap? But than, who accepts such a strange proposal? Only a fool.

It was a mistake to accept that proposal, but the biggest mistake I'd ever made was saying 'I do' to Cosmo. After we married everything just fell apart. He lost interest in me; I was too fat and too average looking for him.

Juandissimo may have been arrogant and somewhat annoying, but at least his eyes always stayed on me. Cosmo's eyes are always wandering from girl to girl and he doesn't even feel bad about it. The only reason he hasn't cheated on me is because no other girl will accept him.

But maybe I'm being too harsh. Its not like he knows any better. His mom babied him his entire life, it's almost as though she made sure he never truly grew up. She probably wanted him to stay immature so no woman would fall for him. She's so possessive of him and for that reason I pity him.

However, just because he doesn't know any better doesn't mean it doesn't hurt me. And the ridiculous thing is that it hurts him too. Every time I've tried to leave, he broke down crying, begging me not to go. He'd tell me he loved me, that he was sorry, and that he couldn't function without me. And of course I'd believe him and I'd stay.

That's because I love Cosmo. I love him, but sometimes I don't want to. That's because it's so hard to love him. I can never satisfy him. About a thousand years after we married I noticed that Cosmo started looking at other girls. And I tried; I really tried to make myself more appealing to him. But no matter what I was never pretty enough, or skinny enough. I was just never good enough for him.

He even accidentally admitted regretting our marriage. He made it obvious he'd rather be married to someone like the Tooth Fairy, or Mandie, or maybe even our godchild's average-looking, sixteen-year-old, human, baby-sitter Vicky. He once made himself look like a handsome human male and he called her gorgeous and asked her to dance. Never once did Cosmo ever call me gorgeous.

And it's just stupid how I know all this and yet I stay with him. But I just can't leave him. Man, how is it that he's scrawny, stupid, kidish, and yet I'm the weak one? And why, after all he's put me through, do I still love him?

"Wanda?" I hear Cosmo's sad little voice ask. "Are you in there? …Wanda I'm sorry, please don't hate me. I'm really sorry, do you forgive me?"

Sighing, I poof myself back outside. I look at my husband as he wipes tears from his green eyes and looks at me with that sad face. He seems so cute and innocent that my frown becomes a sweet smile. Looking at Cosmo this way makes me wonder how I could have ever been mad at him. "I forgive you Cosmo, you know I can never hate you." I say truthfully. Because no matter what, I love him.

Immediately he smiles back and we embrace. I give him a quick kiss on the cheek and we begin to leave, hand in hand.