What Was I Thinking?
I WASN”T THINKING. Her secret should have been safe with me. How could I blog about the very thing that shamed her? Unforgivable. And the flip title, “Her Secret is Safe with Me.” Why didn’t I stop and read it twice? Maybe I would have recognized the irony my subconscious mind was suggesting with that title. I’ve been blogging as if I’ve got privacy settings on. Why wouldn’t I have censored what I wrote, like any normal guy? I just didn’t think. I was hurting, feeling lost, and I wanted my few followers to know why. That’s all I was thinking. In other words, I WASN’T THINKING about anyone but myself. Do I admit what I’ve done when I see her? I can’t imagine that she’ll ever trust me now.