I’m horrible at keeping secrets. Not other people’s secrets – those I can keep as long as I’m allowed to talk to AMP about it. And, if not, I can still keep those secrets – it’s just really hard.
But my own secrets?
Maybe for a day.
A week tops.
And then I cave.
And, if by some miracle I don’t reveal the whole secret, I will reveal it in part, which in some cases ruins the surprise.
Or, I’ll have to reveal it to someone else… just so I can get it off my chest.
It drives AMP nuts.
He’s patient and likes surprises.
I have zero patience, and only like surprises in theory.
And, right now, I have a secret from AMP – the way I’m planning to reveal when I finally get pregnant. It’s hiding away in my closet. All ready and waiting. And it’s driving me nuts.
And, I want to share. But I can’t. (Especially not here, since as soon as I do he’ll suddenly start reading my blog again or something).
I hate secrets.
And yes, I am a bit crazy.