Usually I am completely open with people I know and I don't hide anything. I don't keep secrets because I am not ashamed of anything that happened to me or anything I may have done. I will openly admit that I did or said things as a young person that I wish I hadn't but, in the end, I try to own every life experience. Sometimes people are surprised at how much I share, since I have been in some not fantastic situations, but again, no shame, no blame, it all just made me who I am today, and I'm ok with that.
However, in the case of one woman I often walk sweet pea in the woods with I do not share very much for a couple of reasons. 1. She is a therapist and I don't want her to think I'm after free therapy 2. When I'm out walking I kind of want to forget the shitty-ness of my current situation and 3. She is a great story teller and she has me captivated with her on going crush on her blind massage therapist. It's been months and every time I see her I get ridiculously excited because it's like I'm about to get to watch an episode or two of my favorite series, which I never know when a new episode will come or if it'll be a 30 minute episode or a 90 minute episode. She's great story teller too- leaving me squirming in anticipation as she spells out every detail. I kid her about who she should seat with me at the table of woods friends at their future wedding. Sometimes other women walking their dogs at the same time join us and now I have got a group of lady dog owners from the woods all following the saga.
It reminds me of high school when this girl was trying every weekend to have successful sex with her very cool and handsome jazz musician saxophone playing boyfriend and we'd all gather around her in the cafeteria before the bell rang on Monday mornings asking if they had finally truly done it or not. That sounds way weirder than it was at the time. At the time we were all rooting for them and also us virgins were (completely safe from pregnancy or STDs) living vicariously through her.
Still no biopsy results for the BIL. They are doing some kind of pain relieving procedure on him shortly. This is so incredibly frustrating for all of us. I called him to see if they had taken him for the procedure and he was so loopy/out of it on pain killers that I could barely understand him. He rambled on, had trouble with finding words, I just wanted to reach through the phone and rock him like a baby. My heart breaks for the poor guy. He's had too much for one person. He told him he needed to know when he should move Oregon.