Secret Rooms

My Dad is a master at turning away from anything negative. He changes the channel when unpleasant things come on the television. In my family we never discussed controversial or unhappy things, we just locked them away in a room someplace so we didn't have to see them or think about them. This is a technique I apparently learned quite well.

I rarely speak of my first marriage or my ex-husband. People who know me best were shocked to read yesterday's journal entry. They had no idea. I guess I really had thrown away the key on that one.

Based on the reaction yesterday's post received, I have come to the realization that the seven years I locked away after my divorce were pivotal.

The incident I wrote about yesterday was just one of many. There were a hundred more just like it or worse. I don't want to relive the past and I don't want to reopen old wounds, but I think if I go back a little here and there and look at some of the things that happened to me between 1983 and 1990 I might be able to see why I behave the way I do today.

You'll go in there with me, right?