SKEPTICISM

I took a deep breath and tried to ignore the fluttering of my own heart.

They were staring at me. All of their beady little eyes watching, waiting for

me to confess all my dirty sins in one exhale so I could take the first step

toward healing and recovery.

I felt ridiculous up there. Healing and recovery... what a crock of shit!

Why was it so wrong to love love something that felt so right? Society was

seriously messed up if they thought they could stop people from having sex

with a twelve-step program and a heavy layer of guilt. God, I wanted

nothing more in the world than to find the strength to walk out the door and

never look back, but I couldn't do that.

My husband Kenny was counting on me to see this through, and after

everything I'd done to him in the last five years, I couldn't let him down

again.

I swallowed my pride and allowed the air that filled my lungs to