I don’t know how to say this, so I’ll just come right out and say it.
I ate the chocolate covered pretzels (sigh). I didn’t mean to, honest. Let me explain, please!
It was late at night and I was shutting off the lights, moving the elf, dumping the last few cups lying around, out in the sink for the morning, typical night. On my way into the bedroom, the dim light caught the reflection of the box. The metallic, red color, perfectly tied white bow, and a peek-a-boo window, there it was just sitting there, begging me to look in its direction. I pretended not notice, looking through my drawers for something more comfortable to slip into. I turned my back to it, as I let my pants and bra fall to my feet and when I looked over my shoulder, it was faced in my direction. My lips curled up in a smirk and I quickly put on the oversized shirt for bed. “No, you don’t belong to me” I whispered, as I bit down on my bottom lip, trying to control my urge to rip it open and indulge. I took a few steps closer and it became more persuasive, to seemingly show me more of what I was turning down. I felt hot and a moment of weakness passed over me. It happened so quick, I tore everything off it in a moment, until I had what I was looking for, a mixture of sweet and salty decadence. It was as good as it looked and it hit the spot.
When it was over, I went into the bathroom to clean up, stepping over the evidence on my bedroom floor. I felt like I was going to be sick. It was wrong and I knew it. I had bought them as a holiday gift, they were not for me. I fell weak to its seduction and I’m sorry. I am reminded of the shame when I look at my list of people I need to buy for, I have had to painfully re-write the name for whom it was intended for. The store clerk questioned me,”I thought you crossed everyone off last week?” I slid the revised list in my pocket and lied, “I miscounted.”
My guilt has forced me to move all of them out of my bedroom. This will never happen again. I swear! I have moved forward and so should you.