I've done my fair share of things I feel absolutely, disastrously terrible about in my life. Among my sins are criminality surrounding the illegal sale of weaponry, drugs and personal information, among other, more morally deplorable, things.
I've been born into criminality, and I've not grown up with a proper sense of what's right to communicate about.
For example: When I was a kid I kept my violent home life separate from my school life. As I've grown into an adult, this mindset has continued.
This has put a lot of stress on my Significant Other (as the kids call 'em.)
I don't talk about my life, and I don't talk about my past, really. Trust is a sensitive topic for this person who I find important. My strange values are creating friction in unpredictable places.
I've run into times where I don't think I should talk to my S.O,'s friends about mundane things that happen in our private life, and in return I get told I'm being absolutely and unreasonably mindful, by all parties involved.
To that extent, I've tried to talk about my sins as a human to my S.O., but I can't really bring myself to fully explain them for fear of being a disappointment. Which is totally normal, and brings perverse relief.
What isn't normal, is this: On the topic of religion, I said I'd been raised as a Christian. The shock I got in response from my S.O. showed me the extent to which I gate sections of my life apart totally, even to whom I trust the most.
My friends have never met my family. My family have never met my lover. My lover has never met my friends. I have several groups of friends I interact with, all of whom know nothing about one-another.
I want to ask if it's as strange as I realise it is, to segment social life like such.
I want to ask how I can bring myself to tell my S.O. that I've gotten away with terrible crimes. Or if I even should, really.