The Cork Is Out Of The Bottle

We were sitting in the hotel room in Toronto when I told him I knew he had found the “secret” blog. He tried to deny it at first, but I had made up my mind not to keep up the charade. He finally said it was a shame we had to come to Canada for us to talk about it, but he knows that’s not the reason I spoke. It's just that my husband and I are still trying to sort out our new world order and we both agree it’s a lifetime project. I spoke a cliché about honesty being the best policy and he told me that wasn’t really true. He’s right you know. The truth is sometimes too painful for anyone to handle. My mother could not admit she was dying, not to her husband, not to her children, not even to the God she believed in with her whole being. She left us with no written will, no funeral plans, and no word of farewell, because she would not entertain the concept that the cancer might kill her. What we can make ourselves believe is really remarkable, isn’t it? He asked me if I wanted him to quit reading the things I was saying about him and the children. I think he believes he could, but I know if he was curious enough to track it down the first time, he will find reading it irresistible. Like my Daddy told me, “Never ask a man to do something you aren’t willing to do yourself.” I don’t think he meant to apply it to this sort of situation, but it does seem appropriate. So my husband and I seem to have a stalemate for now, and I’m not quite willing to walk away from Words II. It may change a bit. You will note a few new features, a Flikr link where you can see the photos I took while traveling around the Great Lakes, and a link to my first blog. The illusion that I was posting in secret is now officially gone, and by the way, those of you who might have thought you were reading in secret should know that my site meter is all knowing. I just want you to know that I'm okay with that as long as you don't tell my sister. Trust me, she doesn't really want to know.