I had done it again. I had said far too much to a man I barely knew. Yes, he may try to remind me we have known each other since we were children, but did that really mean we knew one another? Did he know my favorite color? Or my coffee order when at the coffee store? No, he didn’t. Just like he did not know so much about the things that had gone on in my life throughout my adult life. Therefore, in my mind, that meant he barely knew me at all.
We were merely acquaintances, and nothing more. Childhood friends that had drifted apart. It happened. But, naively, I had found myself blurting out half of my sorry mess to him, and now the shocked look upon his face spoke a thousand words. I was destined to have my parents discover this mess if I continued on this path. And that was the last thi
