secrets...

i feel like the secret keeper of my family & friends.  i know things.  i know things i shouldn't but i do because people confide in me, i overhear information i shouldn't, i nose my way into details.  but then i have all this information that i can't do anything with...and i am of the belief that sometimes, you should tell the truth...hell, i'm a nonfiction writer.

like a certain someone i know...i think this person deserves to know that their sense of entitlement and inability to be patient has ruined their reputation and cost someone they care about deeply an opportunity they have worked extremely hard to attain.

i have a friend whose husband has inappropriate relationships with other women--especially when she is out of town.

i know that sometimes, small town police lie.

but i'm not really supposed to know any of this...and letting the secrets out won't do anything, really...just get people in trouble or upset or maybe not my friend...so what's the point, really?

i'll just carry the burden of truth.