Well my family knows so it doesn't matter if you do....
NE'ER trust the untrustworthy. That sounds like a fairly obvious piece of advice. Doesn't mean I abode by it, just means it sounded obvious. Basically I remembered how much my brother Joe and I shared when we were growing up but glossed over in my oh-so-unpredictable memory the fact that he almost always tattled to Mom and Dad for some unknown reason. It wasn't out of a sense of duty, he was usually just as guilty of offenses as John and I, I think it was a twisted sort of power play.
Anyways, in great measure due to my skewed sense of the past I was excited to have a member of the family that I could tell the absolute truth to, I was sick of lying and covering things up to promote familial peace. I told him about my tattoo, I told him about past boyfriends, I told him about riding with my biker friends, I told him everthing basically. Luckily he got so slobbering drunk at Pierre's that he doesn't remember how I like to dance. He's not seen me drink because I was his d-d. However, he did tell mom and dad about the tattoo, and the biker friends, and I can only assume the boyfriends.
It's kind of a mixed blessing, they took it surprisingly well. The biggest amount of damage done is that I've relearned to not trust him, and that's not what I wanted for our relationship.
Laura Reavie and I were talking on the phone last night and we both decided that life should have an exchange desk. There are aspects of me that don't fit, that I thought looked good on the shelf but are in truth hideous. I'm not sure I like who I've become. In many ways I'd still prefer to be that innocent, naive homeschooler. I envy her that naivete she pulled off so effortlessly.
When I went to college I promised my parents I wouldn't smoke, drink or become too seriously entangled with a guy (they knew enough of my tempermant to know there WOULD be entanglements, they just didn't want my heart broken). I wish I could go back to a time where those promises seemed plausible and unnecessary. Since then I've been guilty of a great many other DON'TS. Although I value what those experinces have taught me, I think I'd prefer to be blissfully ignorant.
That is all for now.
Anyways, in great measure due to my skewed sense of the past I was excited to have a member of the family that I could tell the absolute truth to, I was sick of lying and covering things up to promote familial peace. I told him about my tattoo, I told him about past boyfriends, I told him about riding with my biker friends, I told him everthing basically. Luckily he got so slobbering drunk at Pierre's that he doesn't remember how I like to dance. He's not seen me drink because I was his d-d. However, he did tell mom and dad about the tattoo, and the biker friends, and I can only assume the boyfriends.
It's kind of a mixed blessing, they took it surprisingly well. The biggest amount of damage done is that I've relearned to not trust him, and that's not what I wanted for our relationship.
Laura Reavie and I were talking on the phone last night and we both decided that life should have an exchange desk. There are aspects of me that don't fit, that I thought looked good on the shelf but are in truth hideous. I'm not sure I like who I've become. In many ways I'd still prefer to be that innocent, naive homeschooler. I envy her that naivete she pulled off so effortlessly.
When I went to college I promised my parents I wouldn't smoke, drink or become too seriously entangled with a guy (they knew enough of my tempermant to know there WOULD be entanglements, they just didn't want my heart broken). I wish I could go back to a time where those promises seemed plausible and unnecessary. Since then I've been guilty of a great many other DON'TS. Although I value what those experinces have taught me, I think I'd prefer to be blissfully ignorant.
That is all for now.