A friend of mine today told me that he had found out his wife had been having an affair for the last four years.
As we walked the dog we talked about how messy life can be. How messed up, ridiculously bonkers and how we can also wade in our size 8s and make it worse!! And that's before you've walked in the dog poo.
If you are of a delicate constitution, or eating your breakfast, I apologise.
We discussed how there are two types in life. Those who are open about wading in the mud and those whose wellies are wiped clean as if to pretend they never experience such things.
I am of the former persuasion... get it out there, get on with it and move on. Don't bury it for it to come and haunt you later on! I come from a very English family where such things are left unspoken.
How do you deal with the detritus in your life? Do you brush it under the carpet or do you confront it head on, acknowledging it's rubbish but needs dealing with?
I know that I am far less depressed when I take the latter road.
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