I Have a Secret

I have a secret and it’s burning a hole in my pocket.  It’s burning a hole in my fingers, which are dying to write about it, but I can’t.  I promised.

I hate secrets.

Two people that are very close to me made me promise that I would never write about them on my blog or on Facebook again.  I have a secret about them and I cannot divulge it.  And I won’t.  I gave them my word.

It’s killing me.

Did I mention that I hate secrets?

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About mallorylayne

midlife mom seeking meaning for the rest of her life.
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