Telling All

It's been said that confession is good for the soul. Part of me thinks this is true. 

At least I know I (usually) feel better after I talk to a friend about a remark I shouldn't have made, or when I whisper to Precious, "There's something I need to tell you." But watching the John Edwards story tonight on television, the one about his former aide who's written a "tell all" book, is making me feel kind of sick.

The author, Andrew Young, and his wife are telling us they did not think they could say "no" to Edwards when he asked them to let his pregnant mistress live in their home. When he asked Young to claim to be the father of the woman's unborn child. When they went "on the lam" with the mistress via private planes to Aspen and rented mansions in California. I hate to sound judgmental and all, but I'm pretty sure "no" is always an option. 

In the end, I'm not sure whose soul this is going to be good for. As for me, I feel worse.