That’s the running theme lately in several of the blogs I follow. I don’t envy my blogging buddies. Sometimes there’s a conundrum the size on Alaska. A choice that even the best pro/con list can’t solve. Ultimately we do the best we can with what we know. Cosmic how I find myself in similar circumstances.
I was going to pitch my plight to the blogosphere but then I decided. I’m as shocked 😳 as you. You see no good can come from saying what I know.
But seeing him like that … pleading with me to show him how to get an Instagram so he can make sure she’s okay … well no words 😶 and here come the tears again.
B tells his Dad
It’s better this way. You think you want to know. You don’t. Please just let it be.
I didn’t help. But I’m left with questions. Am I doing the right thing? Should he see for himself? Is ignorance really bliss?
The older I get I believe with my whole heart ❤️ that it is. Ignorance is fucking nirvana. So many things I’d put back. Un-know if possible. The conspiratorial “I’m telling you this for your own good” is bullshit. I could have gone my whole life not knowing what I know in certain instances. I’m not passing that baggage along.
As always more to come.