It is very easy to assume, after going through so very much, that you are the only one who gets this. You and the other women who have had the pleasure of enduring shots, and invasive procedures, are the ONLY ones who can truly understand your particular pain. Your loving…
Back when I was still engaged, a fellow bride shared some wisdom from one of her elder family members. It was a list of things every new wife should do to keep house. There, nestled alongside gems like “Never go to bed angry”, was this little nugget,
“Your husband should never know when you are having your feminine time. Keep those things private!”
I’m in an awkward, awkward state of affairs at the moment.
While most bloggers and writers suffer from writer’s block and the feeling of having “nothing to say”, I’m feeling quite the opposite, but with similar results. Not only do I have things to say, but I have too many things to say. There are tons of tales and stories of the epic battle between my feelings and my progress, as well as a few scandalous rants that I just want to unleash. Yet, I spend the wee hours of the morning writing to you about what I want to write, rather than just writing it. Odd, huh?
It is often hard for me to find clarity when my thoughts overlap and interfere with each other, and I’d rather not subject you to that. Truthfully, I’m becoming a bit unnerved by the amount of things that I’m subjecting mySELF to. LOL The transparency for which this blog has gained its momentum is not as easy a feat to uphold as some may think. It is dreadfully hard for me to decide what to share boldly, and what to let fester in the corners of my mind for fear that I’ll run you guys all away.