I wasn't going to post any of that because nobody likes to read bad news. Or maybe, it would be comforting to see the down side of my life as well as the upside. Maybe I've been misleading you all into thinking I had one of those awesome lives where nothing ever went wrong. Now, you know that's not true. I'm not telling you this to make you feel sorry for me (I don't feel sorry for myself, I have three great kids already). I'm telling you so that you can see we all have inadequacies and nobody has a perfect life. We try to hide our problems and put on a happy face because we are ashamed of our imperfections, but how can you have real friends if you never reveal you true self? So here it is, I don't know why I was hiding it, maybe because I didn't want to be a complainer, but since I'm at it, being a writer is hard, being a mother is hard, being a wife is hard.
There. I'm glad I got that off my chest.