There has been much discussion in this space about the woman who felt compelled to confess all her â€˜sinsâ€™ to her husband after years of marriage.Â She said she felt â€œbetterâ€ and â€œcloser to him.â€
Unless it involved murder or that I was an FBI fugitive, would I ever sit down with my husband of nearly 13 years and unload every detail of my past?
Not a chance.
There are just some things in life that are left better unsaid. As far as Iâ€™m concerned, my dear husband knows everything he needs to know about me. And quite frankly, the reverse is also true. Sure, the events of our collective pasts shaped who we are todayâ€¦but a total rehash from top to bottom? No, thank you.
A lot of it may dependÂ on the stage of life I was atÂ when I got married. I was a late bloomer at 37. I was well on my way in my career, traveled at the drop of a hat and would think nothing of dropping $250 on shoes (after all they were an â€˜investmentâ€™â€¦and still are!). At that point in myÂ life I’d alsoÂ been through my fair share of highs and lows, good and bad relationships and wonderful life experiences.
The bottom line is this: I knew who I was then and I know more about myself now. Also, I donâ€™t dwell on the past; I only look forward. My husband and I have embarked on this journey togetherâ€”and together we have grown in innumerable ways. Itâ€™s not the events of the past that bind us, but the events of the present and whatever the future holds.
So, if we ever rehash the past, weâ€™ll start from the day we metâ€¦