Look Out - I have a LURKER!

It turns out that my husband really does occassionally read my blog here, though he never leaves a comment. What's up with that? When he first told me that he had read my blog the other day, I was a little concerned. After all, I have said some less than flattering things about his mother, and at first, I felt bad. Here's the reality though, this is MY blog. I write it with the assumption that perhaps no one will read it. Why do I write it then?

I write to process. I write for me, because that's what people who write do. I write because I have to. I write to help me clear the cobwebbs from my brain. I write to be honest with myself and the way that I think and perceive the world. If I can't share my honest feelings here, to myself and any who may be reading, then where can I be honest?

I told him that if I were him, I wouldn't make a habit of reading, because he may not always like what he hears. That's life. I have good days, and bad days. I feel lucky that my good days far outnumber the bad. However, on those days, I need this outlet most of all. If I'm not being honest, then this all really is a pointless endevour. So I struggle on, regardless of who is reading and what they may think about it.