But... there's hope. Because I don't want to be one of those bloggers. I want to stay around. I want to share the thoughts that rattle around in my head and keep me up at night. I want to share with you the awesomely boring funk I've fallen into that is TOTALLY JUSTIFIED. I want to share how I'm seriously trying to get on with my life, but it still kind of feels like I'm trudging through thick swamp water.
I want to tell you all about my sadness, my anger, my frustration, my anxiety, my hope... even my overindulgence of all things sweet and overloaded with hydrogenated oils. (Let me just say this: it's becoming a problem.) (No, it is a problem.)
But, with all that being said, there's one person with whom I don't want to share. And you've come to know him well. You know... my Husband? It feels weird still calling him that because, at this point, he doesn't feel like my husband anymore. (Is that normal?)
The fact is, I can't be as honest or as open as I'd like while knowing he's still reading. And, sure, he could say he'd stop, but I'd always worry... and wonder... and I'd continue stifling myself and, before you knew it, my posts would taper off
So, with all that being said, I'm seriously considering a move. (It'll be great! Just like old times!) Okay, let's be honest. It'll suck. I won't announce my new digs so all of the lovely people who lurk, read, and comment on this here blog will be lost... at least until I get around to leaving comments of my own. (Which I'll get back to... any day now.)
Here's where I need your help. (Yeah, like I'd make a decision like this without consulting you first. Ha!) Is this the right thing to do? Or a huge mistake? And if I do make the move, any suggestions for a new title? (If it's left up to me, I'll go with my sister's suggestion of The Vamp Tramp.) (I'm not even kidding.)
This is the big one, peeps. Help.