gaileileen
I never knew you called my mother, begging to talk to me so many times, until a random conversation with her some 20 years later.
I never knew you called my mother, begging to talk to me so many times, until a random conversation with her some 20 years later.
I walked away from you with a smile on my face, not because my heart wasn't breaking, but because it meant my secrets would be safe.
She never invited me to her father's funeral because she didn't think I knew him well enough but I never told her that, when she was at boarding school, I used to play chess with him every Saturday at 2:00 and lose.
I know about my daughter's dishonesty from what I've read in her diary, which leaves me unable to take a moral stand against it.
Having met my secret sister who no one knows I know about, all my mom's clever little references didn't go unnoticed this holiday.
After my mother judged me for what she discovered in my anonymous blog, for the first time in my life I understood why my father had left her and I forgave him.
Today, I found out my boyfriend was raped exactly one month ago through his post on a public blog.
Watching my grandfather play with my little cousins, I wondered if my aunt knew that he had molested my mother and their other sister.
When I told my dad I'd misplaced my class ring, he told me his was lost 30 years ago when "a girl died in a car accident."
We promised ourselves we'd wait until our fifth wedding anniversary to tell our families we met in a porn chatroom.
An excited 3 AM call about his first homosexual experience in desperate confidentiality to June, was followed by my response of, "Um, you have the wrong number."
He was smiling at me until he realized that all he was ringing in for me was a box of laxatives.
I still believe that as long as nobody else knows about it, it didn't happen.
Actually, I do know where that new dent in your car came from.
I didn't want my mother to know that I had cut myself again, so after trying (and failing) to cover it up with makeup I scratched at that area until it turned red and pretended that it was an eczema rash.
I wanted to tell the world a secret, so I made an anonymous secret website to hide who I am.
I had sex with her boyfriend and I haven't the heart to tell her.
The worst thing about secret girlfriends is that when they get hit by cars you're not supposed to cry.