Saturday, 27 August 2011

Some secrets are best kept hidden.

I've been with my boyfriend for about six weeks now and he does not, nor will he ever find out about this blog.

I don't mean it  in a harsh way, and I will never say anything here about him that I wouldn't say to his face but sometimes, just sometimes, it's nice to have somewhere to vent something.

Like today. I posted a vague tweet earlier in which I said I wanted to go home. Why did I say that? Because yesterday and today I am bloody homesick for Devon and Plymouth. It's not because I'm unhappy here, it's just because I miss it because it's beautiful and calm and I really want to go and sit on a beach right now and then pop to my Grandma's to watch X-Factor.

But even so much as mentioning it in passing and I get a full-blown inquisition and it is then decided that I absolutely must be very depressed or that I am not happy in my relationship.

Actually, I just miss my family and being at home. Nothing personal, no imminent signs of depression and nothing unusual or odd about missing friends and family and being jealous because I can see all my Plymouth friends are going on a night out tonight and I can't go.

Yet I get grilled about it and forced to talk about it for hours, which I don't want to do. It's not a big deal, it really isn't.

So for those moments, I'm glad I have my blog and I will strive to keep this little thing going as long as possible to keep me sane during these exact moments.

If you read this and help me keep this going, then thank you.

In other news, I'm off to the Notting Hill Carnival tomorrow. Any words of advice as to what to check out, let me know, though I'm sure it will be a great day regardless. Can't wait!


Emma said...

I completely understand what you mean. My boyfriend knows about my blog, so I'm always somewhat cautious about what I post on there.
And my boyfriend does the same as yours - he makes a big deal out of something small. They say girls do that, but boys are just as bad (if not worse!). I often say that I miss living in Brighton or Colorado, which he takes to mean that I don't like my life at the moment. Completely untrue! It's possible to miss somewhere without hating where you are, y'know!

summer-claire said...

I'm glad it isn't just me/us who have these issues! And you're so right, you can miss somewhere and someone without it meaning you hate where you are and the people you are with. Don't get me wrong, I love London and I'd hate to live back in Plymouth now, I just want to see my Grandma and go to the beach :(

Kalieta said...

It is always good to have a place where you can talk freely without being judged. So if that implies not telling your boyfriend about your blog, I don't see anything wrong with it. Not all my friends know I have a blog. Those who do don't really care and they respect what I write if/when they read me. I can never give up blogging because it helps me sort things out and be less ugly in the RL. lol. Not that I am, but when you put your thoughts (even the darkest ones) on "paper" you get to take a good look at the situation before even saying it out loud. Because there is nothing you can do once the words leave your mouth, while on "paper" it's another story. So don't worry. It is perfectly normal to want to keep your secret garden "secret" ;)

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