About a year ago I lost my husband to a beer can. I felt devistated, to me he left me. We seperated, I was searching for support, I found it. So did he "the can and ex wife". I called him out. I discussed that we had both gone our separate ways but I was beating my self up. Ever read the "scarlet letter"? I am the minister who beats himself up every day. If him and God can forgive me why Can't I forgive myself?
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