Does a blogger owe their readers more transparency? Of course not. There are no rules.
And many bloggers are married and were either very lucky or a whole lot smarter than me. Perhaps they made wiser choices, had better insight. Somehow they did indeed find their prince. And have lived happily ever after.
People she knew and trusted in her town, who she should have been able to count on, were not kind to her.
I read her words, and they are uniquely and poignantly beautiful, even though there is a sadness that runs through the paragraphs like a cut that won’t stop bleeding.
“…So lately, you guys, lately it’s been a bit crazy. I’ve been amazed at
how deep the post-divorce scrutiny has been. I mean, I like to think I’m
interesting and all… but not this interesting. The gossip. The texts
to my close friends asking questions about me (not directly to me, never
directly), has been ridiculous. The online stalking. I mean, COME ON.
I keep hearing my late Uncle Trent’s words in my head.
“Some people don’t have anything better to do than sit around and pick lint out of their belly buttons.”
And it makes me cranky. Because I love blogging. And I love being a
writer. I love my Facebook account, and Instagram is fun. But I do not
like feeling like I’m a side show. I don’t like feeling like my real
life, in all it’s painful glory lately, is some sort of reality sitcom
to be watched and critiqued.
Actually, it kind of makes me want to set my hair on fire and beat it out with a golf shoe…”
Things just didn’t work out in her marriage.
Bloggers of this genre do get divorced. At least some of us do. I have seen some over the years I’ve been blogging.
They write that they are working on their marriage. You can feel their hope in between the lines.
And then something like this appears…
A few months ago (Sometimes it feels like days, sometimes years. Time kind of stands still when life is thrown for a loop) my husband decided that he just couldn’t do this anymore…”
She has come through the storm, and she is smiling.
She and Liz are symbols of strength for women and mothers everywhere, who decided honesty is the best policy. Who couldn’t make it work, and let it be known that life is not just pretty pictures on the wall.
But life goes on.
I am so damned proud of them both I could bust.