I am overwhelmed at the thought of sharing so much information.
For the first time I talked openly about my secret life to more than one person, then my mother died.
Then I took a back seat (but a very active role) in the funeral and support of family during my mother’s death. I usually will not let them -the family- get away with the stuff they try to, but this time… I let them.
It was hard to get people to talk about ‘the secret’.
Then on the way home, I met with someone who could relate. We spent the entire night talking.
I’m going to post about each day as I can. I have a ton going on, so I’m writing and saving as I can.
I also wonder… if sharing is a mistake. I constantly doubt myself. It’s a wonder I can function.