For This (and a few other things) I Will Surely Go To Hell…

For This (and a few other things) I Will Surely Go To Hell…

Who knows what brings someone to confess. There are stories ripe with tales of death-bed confessions, but this is not that. There are people who confess to seek forgiveness. In my case, that’s not going to happen; it’s too late. Catholics choose to confess all the time; I am not a Catholic. This is purely a confession for the sake of coming clean. It’s time to tell this tale and let it go. It’s the classic tale of how a lie takes on a life of its own, and you find yourself in a deep pit, willing to do crazy things to cover your tracks. For the sake of full disclosure, my mother is the only one who could have freed my conscience, and I didn’t have the courage to tell her this story, while she was alive. If she’s watching, she won’t be happy.

This story starts with a pug– my mother’s pug, Meea, to be specific. My mother was a dog lover. She adored her pets, but her two favorite pets were both pugs: Doby and Meea.

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