When I was in high school I let it slip to some friends about the latest sexual progression of one of my other friends. Then in college a surprise party lost the surprise when I asked the birthday girl if she was excited for her party.
Because of those two incidents, I developed the reputation for being unable to keep a secret. It's about the worst stigma someone can have. I don't know exactly how many nuggets of information were kept from me after that, but I'm sure it was significant. I knew I had screwed up and knew a change was in order. I made a vow to be far more protective of privileged information and do everything I could to once again be someone who could be trusted with a secret.
At some point in your life, you have so many people sharing so many things with you that it's hard to keep track of what exactly is supposed to be kept a secret. But you know the important ones and as someone who generally likes to share stories with others, I believe I have become a pretty solid secret keeper.
And now comes the biggest one of all. My wife is pregnant. We've decided to wait until Christmas to tell our respective families. It's odd to have this news that you are so excited to share that must wait until the time is right. I want to shout this to the world but instead can only shout it into my pillow.
Hopefully all my training will come in handy...
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