My whole life has been riddled with secrets. I kept the secret of the abuse from everyone, as did my abusers of course. My mother kept secrets from me all through my childhood. I always remembered being at my mom and step-dad's wedding, but I was always led to believe that he was my dad. I never knew any different until some mean girls at a 7th grade dance told me. I remember running home and getting into a huge fight with my mom. That's the one and only time I ever physically pushed my mom.
My secrets will kill me. I still have not told my husband everything about the abuse and I don't know if I can. I feel like things are eating me up inside though, and if I don't get them out, I will be eating on the outside too! I do have a wonderful counselor that I just started with and maybe now I can finally get all my secrets out. God already knows them all and I think this is why I am having a hard time with my relationship with Him (shame and guilt). Maybe telling someone else, someone right in front of me will help me bring it into perspective so that I can get past this roadblock I have run into.