When I started my blog back in 2010, I wondered if I would ever reach a point where I felt comfortable enough to share everything about myself and my life. To date, while I’ve shared many things with you, I have not shared everything. Plus, I realize I do not need to share everything with you.
Two weeks ago, a friend of mine came to me with horrible news. While I listened to her story, I could not help but remember my own story, and I realized the time had come for me to share my story with others.
Tomorrow I am going to tell you about a part of my past that is not pretty. The purpose of this pre-post is to prepare you for the story and the language, both of which will be raw, explicit, and potentially offensive.
I feel a little awkward sharing the story, and you may feel a little awkward reading the story, but the time has come for me to tell the story.
The story began in the late 80s, when I was 18yrs old, living in Athens, GA, and attending the University of Georgia.
Lenore's Thoughts Exactly 
I am a little scared to hear the story, but ready to read it and listen, and prepared to still love you.
Thank you, K8. I’m not sure I would have shared my story were it not for those I know within my blogosphere.
I’ve shared almost every rotten detail of my life on my blog at one point or another. I think you’ll be plesantly surprised at the reaction to your story. I applaude your bravery for sharing it.
Thank you, Amy.
Just know that we’re all here to read, listen and support you, Lenore.
Thanks, Darla. I’ve surrounded myself with great and supportive bloggers.
I am so proud of you for taking this leap, and I can’t wait to read what you have to share!
Thank you, Kim. The butterflies in my belly have been active in anticipation.
Niow is a great time. You are very brave
Thanks, Sarah.
We know your weakness for ice cream, what else is there to tell? 😉
Seriously! As if there is more to life than ice cream. 🙂
Lenore – please bear in mind that we are all your friends. If it helps you to share it with us, it will be met with care and understanding.
Thank you, Judith. I have faith in my friends – like you.
Now that’s what I call a spicy prologue…
Blessings – Maxi
Gotta keep folks guessing … 🙂
I’m glad you’ve waited a bit because after knowing you a bit, your stories will have more impact than if they came from some “stranger”. Curious to learn and honored to hear.
Good point, Steve. It would have been a wee bit awkward to come out of the gate with this story, eh?
I feel pretty awkward about nearly everything I post, Ms. D.
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You always make me chuckle, SIG. Thank you for that fact.