I'm sorry Mama, I ain't cleanin' out my closet

It is strange how people can easily forget the good things you’ve done for them and the bad stuff sticks on the back of their mind as if forever. It is strange how people like to feel victimized when things go awry and not see the faults of their own doings. It is strangest when someone can say these to you, when you least expect that it is actually happening to you.
I am convinced that I’ve just walked to a crossroad in my life, where the decisions I’m about to make will change many people’s lives forever. My life especially. Yes, I do have many skeletons in my closet, but I don’t consider them as something which I can’t hide, as I believe many people out there does keep secrets about their lives till the day they die. I do not see anything wrong with keeping one’s secret to oneself as I do not like my life to be an open book for your own perusal. I also believe that it is imperative that couples should never reveal everything about their lives to their other halves. Reason? Many…or perhaps none, but it doesn’t matter. Perhaps you’ll feel better if you’ve told someone, but perhaps you’ll feel like shit when you realize that the friend you fell out with knows your darkest secret. At least you’ll feel more comforted to know that if no one knows your secrets, then it might not come back to haunt you. At least that’s how I feel.