I can keep a secret if I’ve done something I’m ashamed of. But it’s hard to keep a secret about something that wouldn’t expose my less-than-perfect real self.
I’m not a good liar, which makes it even harder to keep some secrets. I’m always inadvertently revealing something I’m not supposed to talk about—a Christmas present, a surprise. The memory is iffy, too, so I’m liable to forget that something is supposed to be a secret.
It’s the secrets I can keep that fester and grow toxic, make relationships awkward and . . .
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