What was happening to me was so far outside my character... my comfort zone... my personality... my good judgement... that it demanded all my attention. Other parts of my life took a back seat, and the terrible things I was doing with a retired minister overshadowed everything.Did my husband see what was happening? Did he wonder about "private Bible study sessions?" Did he question, in any way, all the time I spent with another man?
I wish he had. I wish there had been someone to hold me accountable for my actions. But no one asked. It seemed like no one even noticed. It's hard to believe that something like this could be going on right in front of others. I am so ashamed.
