Born in Pennsylvania, I’m enjoying the autumn of my life in Florida. I’ve visited many states, but the most debilitating challenge was when I lived in a state of Denial.
Denial made me believe that keeping the family addiction a secret protected my kids. But I wasn’t fooling anyone. My kids either knew the truth or my denial infected them, and they went along with the charade, believing they were protecting me.
Bob was gone, but saying goodbye to Denial, my lifelong companion, left a deeper hole. Despite the madness of our marriage, I believed a volatile relationship and a false sense of belonging were better than being alone. Now they were both gone. Bob had left for good, and there would be no more denying.
My overdeveloped sense of responsibility, coupled with Denial, convinced me that I could prevent my husband’s inevitable collapse.
Supported by my worn-down crutch, Denial, we all tumbled down.
Only simpletons believe everything they’re told! The prudent carefully consider their steps (Proverbs 14:15 NLT).
