I drink. Not as bad as it could be...not as good as it should be.

So, alcohol is my drug of choice for anxiety and stress and my husband has seen me really s***faced at times. I'm ashamed. He wanted me to confide in him when I felt I needed a drink so he could help. He said he would be there for me.

So, on my journey to not drinking, I slipped. I've hidden the "slips" from him but, I didn't want to do the big lie again. Yes, I could have hid it from him (again) but, wanted to come clean. So, admittedly and well-ashamed and asking forgiveness, I told the truth.

Yes, I drank...too much.

Now...the punishment begins.

SIlent treatment.
No acceptance for apology (ok..., I guess I understand that. I have a hard time with forgiveness, too)
No communication at all whatsoever.

Funny thing, in church today (Easter) the message was in part on repentance.

"He who conceals his sins does not prosper, but whoever confesses and renounces them finds mercy." AND "...Confess your sins to each other and pray so you may be healed."

I am not big into religion BUT, these messages seemed to be written for me today.

And, as religious as my husband is I thought that he would have reconsidered the "punishment."

NOPE.

Strong as ever.

Is today's r-e-a-l lesson: Hide the truth?

Thoughts?