Parts of my own path began to mimic what I felt in the world of blogging.Nogometni Dresovi I divorced my husband, but that was taboo to discuss because of the children involved.Dres It also didn’t feel fair to paint myself as the righteous party since I was the one telling the story. I felt free, but gloating wasn’t a pretty color on me.
I was free to write whatever I wanted online—whether in forums or in a status update or on Tumblr—but I couldn’t break away from the pressure I felt to tell a nice,Dresovi neat story wrapped up in a pretty bow.
