You know when something becomes a secret? When it is revealed/confessed/told to someone. But then, it’s not secret anymore. That’s how oxymorons are created.
Now, some wise woman/man did say that if you can’t keep a secret, how can anyone else? Isn’t that just a little preposterous? If you can’t keep your own secret, why would you expect someone else to?
You confide your secrets in someone and then you feel staggered when they reveal it to someone else. Clearly, you couldn’t keep it in, and so they couldn’t either. There is no such thing as a secret if the secret keeper reveals it to someone else. It got the Potters dead, remember?
I love the title track of Pretty Little Liars.
“Coz two can keep a secret,
of them is dead.”
So no, you can’t share secrets. Even with your husband/mother/father/brother. Or best friend. Why is it that way? Power, power structures, and politics don’t just cease to exist because you are family or best buds. We just don’t think of it that way, but power is constantly negotiated and renegotiated. Familial politics, how much ever scorned upon or ignored, exist. And you just need to accept it. Peer politics, of course exists, and I am pretty sure almost everyone will agree with me. Office politics, don’t even go there. National politics, oh well, enough satire hasn’t been written on it.