by Kay Rob

“I’m sorry, should I have not brought it up?”

The cringe worthy look on my husband’s face was wrinkled with concern.

“It’s ok,” I said with a wave of my hand. “I don’t mind talking about it.”

I took a deep breath and said, ” I was raised in a religious cult.”

“Hey! Me too!” they said.

Instinctively, I raised my hand. They raised theirs and our two appendages met with a resounding smack.

“Did we just high five about being in cults?” they wondered.

“Fuck yes we did.” I said.