Everything is temporary. Especially secrets.
After 3 years, 4 months, 383 posts, 2,733 comments, and rarely publicizing my blog, my wife discovered it. The gig is up, done, over. Goodbye to my secret. It’s kaput. ARGGGHHHH!
So, how did this happen and who is to blame?
Google. Yes, Google.
Bang. Done. Over with.
But did the little detective tell me right away when she found it? No. She read a bunch of the posts first.
However, unlike me, she’s the worst when it comes to keeping secrets and couldn’t help but confess, though I give her style points for her method of choice: she wrote a comment for a post, used her silly Disney alias, Dakota, and sent it with an email address I’d recognize.
I walked the 50 feet to her home office. And that was it. I got the low down on how she found it.
One of my blogging friends emailed me a CF question about marriage and I copied and pasted the text to my wife to get her opinion. She Googled my friend’s name and it came up attached to my blog, which she clicked on. It didn’t take her long to put 7 and 10 together (Denver Broncos, Fox, McGriddles) and realize it was me. (BTW, Josh, she really likes the header you created. Thank you.)
Somehow, my wife finding it feels like an ending.
So, what do I do now? Do I continue to write this blog? Do I quit it and start another, bury it deeper in the internet?
Or, do I hand it over to her and let her write it for a while? (You found it, it’s your responsibility now, Honey.)
I don’t know. We’ll see. To be continued. Or not.