Degreasing

Degreasing

There is a sticky substance that once it gets into my heart and mind, seems to grow. If left un-checked, soon I’m drowning. I had to deal with this black goop a lot after my husband’s disclosure regarding his sexual sin. That was 15 years ago. Much like cleaning up an oil spill, it took a lot of time and the careful removing of every dark and sticky thought. The substance is self-loathing. Whe... Read More »