M. read my blog tonight. Whilst I was on the phone with her. After my, probably unfair and certainly grumpy, comments of the other night she decided not to ask me what I’d written but just asked for the link instead.
It saddened her and it saddens me that I made her sad. The stuff about her working a lot and us talking less made her feel like she was letting me down. She’s not. It’s just the way things are at the moment.
Other stuff happened in that phonecall that I could talk about but I’ve decided not to. Not because I’m hiding anything but because I want to protect M. a little bit. “Anyone who reads your blog will think I’m a bitch.” she told me. I really doubt that, and I really hope not, but I don’t want to take chances.
So I’m going to be more careful about what I write about. Everything so far in this blog is public. However LJ has the ability to make stuff private or only accessible to friends. I’ve sort of been operating on the basis that I don’t need to worry about that because no one yet reads my blog. Well I’m going to fix that.
Secondly, this blog is my blog. It’s not the story of me and M. She didn’t sign up for that, and even if I don’t identify her I think I owe her a little more privacy and consideration. I’ll still mention her – but I’ll think twice first and make sure what I’m revealing isn’t too revealing so to speak.