What never fail to draw me in, however, are secrets. Secrets within families. Secrets we keep out of shame, or self-protectiveness, or denial. Secrets and their corrosive power. Secrets we keep from one another in the name of love.
So many secrets, held for so many years! There are still more that I know are not yet uncovered, some of which will likely never be told. I never wish to know things I’m “not supposed to” know, but it makes me sad to think that some loved family members have been through hard or difficult experiences that they don’t think they can share.
