I'm wrestling with myself. Is it right to do what you are asked by loved ones or to do what your heart tells you. I was asked to delete one name from Facebook. I did it. But filtered through my infantile emotions I created a monster. I write my blog in secret because some loved ones would not like me doing it. So now I have to secrets but I don't believe it's right that either should be secrets. But they are my only outlet. I am a rock that cannot physically express emotion well and that caused me to go through self harm and near alcoholism in my twenties. I am able to regain peace with myself by being open through my blog. I see it as a positive in my life. BUT there's still the nagging knowledge that it's a secret waiting to be discovered. Long time readers will he aware of the threat of my diaries being burned upon my death or before. Not by me but by my wife. She fears the contents being read by our child or her two kids and unveiling details best left covered. My written life stretches back to 1989 since my first three diaries were carelessly thrown out in a room clear as a child by my mum. I consider my life to be my property but people seem to try influence that. Anyway I've gone on enough about it, not exactly interesting reading is it this bit. I will keep doing my blog. What's a bit more guilt between friends?