How much “I” is really TMI?

I dare anyone to argue against the blatant fact the internet and social networking have officially changed our entire lives. Whether for the better or worse is for you to decide. I have no doubt that the Devil himself created Facebook. I’m ashamed to admit how many times a comment, a picture or relationship status change have made me lose my mind. We have access to way too much information about one another. Especially about object of our affection, those we are dating or have dated and the dreaded exes. However, how much information is shared or published is solely up to the individual.

Something that I know has plagued Cathalee and definitely me of late is whether or not we’ve shared too much about our recent relationships and heartaches. She built this blog as a means of dealing with emotional pain and I can honestly say it did her a lot of good (I hope I pitched in my fair share as well!) As for me, I’ve no clue. I know that I’ve worried a lot about what He thinks. There are quite a few that can be inserted as “he”. But I really have no way of knowing if any of them have actually read or give a shit about what I write. However, I realize as I write this that A) I don’t really give a hoot and B) if I can in anyway help out a friend or a fellow lady by publicly talking about my experiences, then I am going to do it. Six and a half years of French taught me the best way to learn is to teach.

I’ve done my best not to play a martyr or a woman scorned and talk trash about those that have done me wrong. Each of them mean something to me and stand for a lesson learned. My goal has not been to shit talk them, but to sort out my feelings and figure out how each situation affected me. My way of saying, hey it happens to all of us. We are women, we can get through this, hear us roar.