My Secret. It’s not really a secret, but it is. The people who need to know, do. The people who don’t need to know, don’t. It’s that easy. I can count on one hand the number of people I’ve told. 3. My sister, my best friend, and another close friend. My husband knows…he’s part of it. His ex knows, his children know (she told them). Her friends, family, co-workers and everyone else she ever comes into contact with all know…she “had” to tell them.
My Secret. I keep it from everyone. There is no reason to talk about it, to bring it up, to discuss. I look bad. My husband looks bad. My family doesn’t know. Holiday’s create so much anxiety in me because I am fearful that the kids will tell My Secret.
I hate holiday’s because of My Secret.
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