I never thought I’d be the soul baring type.
In fact, I come from a generation of people who prefer to sweep it under the carpet and never speak of it again, and this goes for any type of news: good, bad or indifferent. We actually have a running joke in my family, a phrase really, which we use when confronted with our lack of detailed information. It goes something like this.
My Stepmom: “Paul, how come you didn’t tell me you won an award at work this week?
My Dad: “You didn’t ask.”
My Mom: “Meghan, how come you didn’t tell me you got into a huge brawl after school today, where weaves were strewn across the parking lot like tumbleweeds.”
Me: “You didn’t ask.”