I’ve been cheating on you.
I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for this to happen. I really thought this would last forever, and if you’ll bear with me, I’m willing to make this work. I don’t want to abandon everything. We’ve had 11 1/2 good years together, and we can have 11 1/2 more.
But, yes, I am cheating. And I don’t plan to stop. While you have been fun and lighthearted and it’s been great hanging out and chatting about Doodles and Pie and the cast of characters that make up my life, lately I’ve been wanting something more, something else. Not better, mind you. Just different. I have other interests, other things I wish to explore. Writing. History. Grammar. Things I know you tolerate, but don’t pine for. I appreciate you putting up with my fetishes, but I found a place where I can let them all hang out. So, yes. I confess. I’m cheating. I have a second blog.
It doesn’t mean anything to me, I swear. You will always be my first love. But I need to see this through. Maybe it will go nowhere. Who knows? But I need to see where this can take me.
I swear, it’s not you. It’s me. I still love you. I hope we can still be friends. xxxooo