It's been forever since I've been here. I've grown and changed a lot as a person, I'm finally rid of most of my mental houndings, I've gotten a job that I'm very happy with, and things have smoothed out beautifully with my BF of now 10 years.

To be quite frank, I've recovered quite a lot since I was here in 2007/8, and I'm a much happier person. I even tested my Sanity Score, and it's now 39; a much better score than the first time I took it!

Which makes me glad that this post isn't about me.

Some details: I live in a town which relies, firstly, on its Naval Base, and secondly, on its tourism. People who move here will most likely move here because they are working at said Weapons Base.

What happened is, I was talking to my BF last night. I was kind of emotional whiny, but I've also been releasing quite a few years worth of frustration and whinings, because I've had my share of self esteem issues, and I'm forcing myself to talk about my daily problems to validate them, and make them real for me. Even if it is something as silly as a song I'm composing not going write, like I was last night.

So he ups and offers for me to punch him; he meant it well, but I honestly couldn't, and told him such. I told him because I love him and wouldn't want to hurt him; I'd rather help him become the best person he could be. That is kind of sappy, but I swear it's relevant.

I explained to him, again, that my parents did a lot of yelling/shouting fighting for the first fifteen years of my life, and I didn't think it'd be good to tell someone who's gone through that to punch their loved one. Equal parts my dad having a bad temper and being an alcoholic (now a reformed alcoholic), and my mom having an equally bad temper.

He then asks me if I knew if my dad ever had an affair. I quite honestly told him no, but his dad, who I have good reason to trust, once walked in him my dad with another woman. Apparently, it was something that was going on at the Base for 20 years, and it only ended when she died a few years back.

So, I found out that my dad had an affair since the time I was born, apparently, and she also shared my name. You know what? I can live with it. I'm not perfect, neither is he, or my BF.

The thing is, I'm curious who it was. I think it'd be kind of cool to find some secret family, but I know it'd not be welcome.

I'm also preparing for the emotions when this sinks in later. Anyone want to give advice? I don't want to ask him, I'm more than content to let sleeping dogs lie, and it's not my business. I just want some advice now that it's in my life, and I'll have to live with it from now on out.