Swings and Roundabouts

Let’s say a friend told you something. And for years, you kept it secret.

You had a lot of secrets, hers as well as your own. She was one of the few people who got you, someone you could anything to without fear or having to explain yourself or of being judged. As close as family. Closer, even — your family don’t know what you’ve been through, and every time you see them, they make noises that sound like conversations but you are really speaking vastly different languages. Maybe you should make more of an effort to close the family gap, maybe they should, but in any case, you built your…