At first everything was going according to plan. No problems. Life was great. Until, I started noticing...
It really seemed like nothing. A few crumbs behind a chair or under a table. No big deal.
Then, the crumbs begin to show up on his face. I'm ashamed to say I looked the other way. Denial set in.
Things proceeded to get worse.
I started locking the box in the cupboard, but it continued to "disappear." It would mysteriously show up behind a chair or in the toy cupboard. I started getting sick to my stomach every time that box was gone.
I knew something was up, I knew it was bad and I needed to confront, but it is so hard to admit your loved one has a problem.
The day finally came when I caught him in the act.
We were getting ready to run some errands. He smiled sweetly and ran to "find his shoes." I followed. He led me right to it. He had hidden the box again for easy access. He grabbed a handful, stuck it in his mouth and turned. He saw me.
We silently regarded each other. The jig was up. We both knew it was time for change.
Hello, my name is Sean, and I'm a... goldfishaholic.