When it Rains, it Pours

I was torn on that last post—was it too much?  Is it wrong to share the private details of my marriage anonymously to the world?  I am very sorry if it is.  That I’m hemming and hawing and toying with regret for posting it, is probably an indicator that I may have done something wrong.

That writing helps me cope with the stressors of life and knowledge and my family woes, is okay.  Maybe it’s not okay to put it out there in the ether.

A part of me wonders if there’s anyone else out there in the world who shares similar struggles.  I remember sitting in my therapist’s chair, tears trickling down my cheeks, asking, are you sure there are people out in the world who don’t break things when they’re angry?  Are you sure there are people out there who don’t yell and scream and swear when they’re upset?

She said yes.

I still wonder if that’s true.