I have recently had a most unpleasant experience in blogworld. Events that happened earlier in my life, for which I have been forgiven, and which I had hoped could remain hidden, have been uncovered and exposed, by other bloggers. I was young, I was confused; I did the best I could under the circumstances, at the time of these events. I had hoped to put all that behind me. After the initial trauma to all parties, I had hoped that this story would never again see the light of day. And that was the case.
Until a certain girl band, Nikki and the Sisters, uncovered my story. You may know these women by their innocent-sounding name, SWLF, Sarah’s Wacky Loving Family. Yes, the very same. If you see them mentioned around blogworld, you’ll see, “Oh, they’re so nice,” “Oh, they’re so kind,” “Oh, they have so much love.” But I have seen the dark underbelly of Nikki and the Sisters. And I’m here to tell you, it ain’t pretty. If you have a secret in your past, they will expose it. They are like the National freakin’ Enquirer.
What they say about me is, in fact, true. But everything has truly worked out for the best, for all concerned. I married my true love. And that other guy, he did OK. He really did, thanks, MOSTLY, to me. I inspired every success he ever had, and he will be the first to admit it (if he’s still alive).
Now, I hope that we can return this matter to the closet, where it belongs.