Your past is your past.
I don’t know about you but I don’t necessarily want to know what my man was doing before me.
When you are in a relationship and you share your life with someone, are you required to share about your past relationships?
I have shared very little; obviously he knows I wasn’t a saint because, hello, walking breathing, living proof in the form of a teen.
I, however, don’t want to share every dirty little detail with him. It’s not necessary. If he loves me for me why should how I became who I am matter?
I’ll be honest, we’ve been together for 7 years now and over the coarse of those years I’ve shared things here and there, in relevant moments, to make a point or tell a relatable story.
Am I ashamed of my past?
Yes and no.
Yes because I did dumb things and no because who hasn’t?
I have written all my life, mostly short stories. Therapeutic writing is a thing and it’s a thing I have always enjoyed.
I have put together a compilation of poems and truths, I like to call confessions truths, and I’m a little concerned as to how he might react.
It’s an insecurity and roadblock that I put up on myself.
I know he loves me but I’m scared he’ll judge me. Maybe I know he won’t judge me and I’m afraid the world will.
I ask myself how easy was it to put the pen to paper and recount these moments from my past? It was pretty easy. How can I be so willing to share with strangers and not the man I share my life with? You see this is the way my mind works.
It might just be self-doubt keeping me from moving forward on my dream to self publish.
I’m terrified but I love the feeling of expressing and sharing.
Where do you stand? Do you share?