You can’t keep things inside

One thing I learned early in life – it never pays to keep things inside. I lived with that as a child. My mother would do that, and we had to GUESS what was irking her. I hated that. She would stew about something for days, but say, no I’m fine. Everything is okay, when it wasn’t. She was never honest about her feelings with anyone. I vowed I would never be that way, and I’m not. If something is really bothering me, I feel it’s best to talk about it like an adult. It saves so much animosity down the road. I always tell people, I wear my heart on my sleeve. Of course it’s not always easy.

A person I know seems to be in constant turmoil. She tells me things that she should be discussing with her loved ones. So, did you tell him how you feel. Well, no. Then how is he supposed to know? Did you explain to her why you hate that? Well no. Again, how is she supposed to know?

Then I got thinking, if she does that with all the others in her life, isn’t she doing that with me? Well, I was right, she wasn’t being honest with me. And that hurt, but I guess it wasn’t unexpected. If you can’t be honest with yourself, you will never be honest with the people in your circle.