My family found out well after the fact that I had a blog. I did it in secret. I didn't discuss it with anybody except my alter-ego, "my evil twin, Jennifer" who encouraged me in the name of sanity to write something, ANYTHING. Jennifer felt that it would be healthy for me (I mean "us") to have a creative outlet. She warned me not to tell anyone.
But I did. Tell someone, that is. I told the Bearded One. About a month or so into it I was sitting at the breakfast bar typing.
"Email?" he asked.
"No, blogging," I replied, offhand and very casually.
"YOU HAVE A BLOG!???" he responded. Obviously completely unconcerned at the prospect. "I'll bet you spend all of your time bitching about your job and us."
That last bit was a strict declarative sentence rather than a question in disguise.
Feeling the need to reassure him, I let him read a couple of entries. Specifically this one and this one.
"Oh, that's cute. But you didn't mention...." was his response.
I followed that up by reassuring him that I would remain anonymous, that I didn't WANT our relatives to know all about my writing as it really was creative rather than newsworthy, and that I knew VERY WELL that writing about employers could get one into deep, deep trouble.
Once knowing that I wasn't saying mean things about him, he completely forgot about the blog. Everything about it. Including the title.
On occasion, I do let him read an entry before I post it. Usually when he is sitting the the room while I type. He invariably has a few things of his own to add. Which is fine with me. My evil twin Jennifer tells me that he needs a creative outlet too.