Addiction to Refined Flour/Sugar
My husband had no idea that I was addicted to flour/sugar. He knew I had a "sweet tooth". (Wow, is that the understatement of the century?) It's my drug. It cannot be in my house. We had an argument one day about me throwing out about a 1/3 of a leftover birthday cake from our son's party. He had no idea what that did to…
