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