Bad News Travels Fast

Why is it easy for me to complain and so hard to talk about the good things.

I used to tell Merv everything about my life. I didn't feel that I was betraying my marriage. It was a train wreck and I refuse to hide problems.

Maybe that's it. I will not present a facade of happiness when none exists. I can openly and honestly declare my discontent. It's my content that I can't bring myself to talk about. That seems private, fragile, precious and I'm protective as hell of it. I don't know how to say 'I'm happy. Things are going well. He's listening. I'm being heard.'

It feels like I'm bragging. I feel foolish that I'm so hopeful. I don't want to jinx it. I just want to enjoy it as long as it lasts.