One of Us Is Dead

She was a forgive-and-forget kind of person. I, on the other hand, always believed there was another option on the table. Forgive, forget, or fucking never let it go.

I no longer know who I am, because sometimes we become strangers to even ourselves.

Women weren’t meant to be quiet.

People that get their way think they’re the ones in control. But the ones that give are the ones that rule. It’s not the politician in office, but the donor behind the check that wields the sword.

Forgive, forget, or fucking never let it go.

I learned that monsters don’t change. They can hide who they are, they can morph into something else, but their ugliness never goes away.

But as the great Taylor Swift once said, ‘We are never, ever, ever getting back together.

My eyes narrowed. My lips remained pressed firmly together. How could he have done this to Shannon? How could he have embarrassed her like this? He loved her once. She had been his wife. If he could do this to her, what would he do to me?

Buckhead was complicated, intricate, like a spider’s web—so beautiful to look at, but so easy to get entangled in. Only the spiders knew how to navigate the web without getting stuck.

Life was funny that way. Living in Buckhead was like a roller-coaster ride. You’d wait in line for a very long time, and then finally, you were in. You were on the ride of a lifetime. But this ride wasn’t consistent. It was ever-changing. Sometimes you’d scream. Sometimes you’d be sick to your stomach. Sometimes you’d beg the operator to stop the ride, so you could get off.

Some people can be saved. But not all of them.

I wrapped a blanket around myself and laid down on the couch. Squeezing my eyelids closed so that they held back my tears

I can take care of that. Pizza or burgers?” he asks

I’m not the woman I was when he married me

I understood that people needed to vent and not everyone got along all the time

And we only have so much we can sacrifice before we have nothing left to give.

I spent my teenage years reading romance novels, believing in a fairy-tale version of love that never quite came to pass for me.

We go through life searching for a sense of belonging, of connection, and so often we are disappointed.

but sometimes you become the person you hate the most.

No, don’t say that. You are not responsible for the way other people act, including the ones you love.” Crystal reached across the table and squeezed my hand.

the only difference between you and her is that your husband left you, while Bethany’s is still having his cake and fucking it too,

Throughout our marriage, I had always warned him that I’d be the worst ex-wife he’d ever have, because I never forget and I never let things go,

Buckhead was all about smiles. You smiled when you were pissed, and you smiled when you were pleased.

I stepped forward to grab the bag, and then it was gone. Everything was gone.

Loud bangs echoed, almost like gunshots, We stopped kissing. Above us bright fireworks pierced the night sky. We laughed and kissed again...

It’s not the politician in office, but the donor behind the check that wields the sword.

He did it to me. He'll do it to you too. The next woman always thinks they're the special one. Trust me. You're not, and you should know better than anyone.