Not long ago, my attorney said to me, “Stop apologizing for nothing.” She caught me by surprised. Seeing that, she added, “He had you so squished under his control that you tend to apologize for almost anything you’re about to say or do and there’s no need for that, most especially with me.”
What can be the farthest as possible from a gray rock than red molting lava? At least that’s how I call it for when I lose it. It hasn’t happened in a while, thanks to the accountability the Days Counter app gives me on a daily basis. (I keep an entry there for staying gray rock and another one for the last time I blew up on my husband.) But it almost happened yesterday evening.
I have been wanting to go back to church for the longest time. Since meeting my husband, I slowly started to not attend Mass anymore. He’s not a Catholic like me and he doesn’t really profess any faith. And I was okay with that, since I have always believed that we all have our own individual paths to walk when it comes to faith and religion. The way I see it, it will be between each one of us and God on the Day of the Final Judgment and we individually will have to be accountable for our actions or lack thereof.