Secrets. Got any? I’m sure you do. I think everyone has. Some are totally innocuous. Like you’re not really a blonde. Or you really don’t like your mother-in-law’s lentil soup, even though you always tell her you love it. You’ve told your husband, but you’ve made him promise not to tell her. It’s your little secret.
Then there are the silly ones. Like how they get the caramel in the Caramilk bar. The sweet ones, like when little Tommy, who was about seven years old, was caught kissing Mary Beth in the school yard, during recess. Leanne whispered the news to Joanna, with much giggling, pointing and blushing. Of course, Joanna then told Adam, who told Marcus. And so on, and so on and so on and so on. Once the cat was out of the bag, it spread like wildfire. Secret no more.
Poor little Tommy has probably been scarred for life, and still has commitment issues. And maybe Mary Beth loved all the attention, and grew up to be Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan.
Some are horrible, like when you catch your best friend’s husband with another woman. Do you tell her or don’t you? Do you tell him you know? Do you tell anyone? You’re damned if you do, and you’re damned if you don’t. It’s a dilemma, all right. A terrible position to find Continue reading