I am terrible at keeping secrets. It’s probably my worst habit. I’ve always been like it, and assumed, when I was younger, that it’s something I’d learn to do as I got older. I’m now in my 40s and now, I still cannot keep a secret.
It’s probably related to how much I talk. I’m really good at talking! Brody says it’s my best talent and that I was born kissing the Blarney Stone. Cheeky fucker!
When we were younger, I would tell him everything – and he, me. I think it just grew from there, that I have some biological imperative to share wi
th everything with the people I’m closest to.
Despite talking a lot, I am really really bad at lying. And keeping a straight face is pretty much impossible. Blushing gives me away so easily, and fidgeting with whatever is near to me. Sometimes that Freud was scarily right.
“No mortal can keep a secret. If his lips are silent, he chatters with his finger-tips; betrayal oozes out of him at every pore”
‘Dont tell anyone’ are the most horrifying words anyone can say to me. If Jade Rachel is planning a surprise for the kids, she can’t tell me because I get so excited about it I want to just blurt it out. I am getting better at thinking before I speak but really, I’m no good at keeping my lips sealed.
My life is very much an open book to my loved ones. They know pretty much everything about me. I have nothing to hide. And you know what? I like to think that being truthful, open and honest are very positive personality traits to have – my friends certainly think so and really, that’s all I need.