Things aren’t as easy the second time around, apparently...part 1 When I took my first step into the lifestyle, I was absolutely insecure, and terrified. My hubs and I were so far gone, I thought for sure it was inevitably over... and in one final attempt to get his attention, for him to be able to forgive himself for cheating years prior, I jumped. When I stepped foot into Collettes that night, almost 3 years ago, I was DONE. I couldn’t imagine another day in the life I was living, secluded as I was, and so lonely. When I finally couldn’t take another moment of trying to be so perfect, to please everyone and be the “Good Girl” I was raised to be, I jumped. No longer caring what anyone else thought, I had to find a way to find myself again so that I could simply breathe! So lost in the coulda, woulda, shoulda’s, I just couldn’t take it anymore. What good did it ever do anyway? What good was all the time spent in recovery ministry, and church, and in bible and step studies s...