Getting Past the Denial
My girlfriend and I lived only a few doors away. Our children played together, we shopped together, we were co-cadet leaders of Girl Scouts (poor kids), we drank together, and we played naughty pranks together. We once put a "just married" sign on the back of a priest's car. May God forgive us. My friend got a headache, and I took aspirin. We were almost connected at the hip.