And then I became aware that everyone knew. That I'd been trying all these months to keep it a secret. Trying to be cordial, trying to understand. Turns out they were the ones talking behind my back, turns out I had nothing to worry about. And one by one they all came up to me at the party to ask what had happened. When did it happen, what exactly, what was the latest instance, he heard from her that I told her last year or something, et cetera, et cetera, we've all known about it for quite some time.
It wasn't freeing. It wasn't nice to talk to them about it. To be open. I thought it would be. But all I could think of was I'd rather have my secrets and go on hiding them badly.
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