Not very deep inside of me lurks a beast. It really doesn’t take much to unleash it, and when it rears it’s ugly head, you’d better take cover.
This beast is tied to a moral compass. It’s okay to have a moral compass, but when your moral compass dictates the way everyone else should live, it gets ugly.
Here lies the undoing of our marriage.
I’m so sorry, Husband.
Your failings may get the bulk of our attention, but mine are just as, if not more, insidious.
Can we keep going?