I’m afraid I have another addiction. I have been in denial for quite some time. I tell myself it is justifiable. As a woman it is my right. I’m not hurting anyone. Well, except for maybe my toes. Today I forced myself to take a good look. I am going to face the monster in the bottom of my closet. That place where the monster grows and I hide my addiction. They say the first step is admitting you have a problem. I did not think it was a problem. Every day I fight the growing mound hidden behind those doors. I grab a pair of jeans from above and nudge my escaping addiction back with a toe. How did it ever get this bad?
Today I counted. There are thirty-four pairs in there. I am so ashamed. It happened so slowly. But there it is. Threatening to escape the doors and ooze out into the bedroom. Is there hope for me? How do I overcome this one? They are so pretty.
I will not let go. They are mine. I toss a rogue pump back into the pile and close the doors quickly. No one will ever know. It is my secret.
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