Goodbye Evidence

Today I am getting rid of 18 years of diaries that I kept to record my life for the future. Now I realize a few things: no one will read them; if anyone does they could get the wrong impression. Mostly I wrote when I was happy or when I was sad or confused or mad. My son wouldn't read them. My daughter would be unhappy if she did. It was hard to stay sane day after day with teenagers and perfection that I felt pressure of from Jack. I've been walking on eggshells for so many years and to release these books would crush those shells and ruin it all. No one should know my worst thoughts.