I didn’t have a clue about this destructive, relentless addiction that took the gambler down and everyone else with them. When he told me he was addicted to gambling I was relieved! It didn’t sound so bad. I had had a number of relationships with addicts. One afternoon he told me that he was an addict. I confess that as he was telling me some of his story warning bells were going off in my head. He was attractive, easy to talk to and we instantly clicked.
It was such a romantic meeting I can be forgiven for falling head over heels right there. When I met Nick beneath the Eiffel Tower in Paris he didn’t have compulsive gambler tattooed on his forehead. Deconstructing faith is trending – but hold on to your Bibles.There is no biblical justification for persecuting women.
