Her husband a thief as well as a liar, an adulterer, an abuser of woman.
Habitante de librociteerde uitvorig jaar
Infidelity. Secrets. Sins of omission. But worst of all were the lies she told herself.
Habitante de librociteerde uitvorig jaar
Little lies like the curated, filtered posts on social media that make your life together look so wonderful, just after you’ve had a big fight, the months of marriage counseling not doing much good.
Habitante de librociteerde uitvorig jaar
she wondered how much of her marriage—of any marriage—was built on a foundation of pretty stories, a narrative that you stitched together based on delusion and hope and wishful thinking.
Habitante de librociteerde uitvorig jaar
Parents are just people. We make mistakes.
Habitante de librociteerde uitvorig jaar
Sometimes people fall out of love, and they’re just better off apart.
Habitante de librociteerde uitvorig jaar
Her house—which she thought was made of bricks, was made of straw.
Habitante de librociteerde uitvorig jaar
Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.” —Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanac
Habitante de librociteerde uitvorig jaar
“Love is a lightning bolt. Sometimes there’s no avoiding it.
Habitante de librociteerde uitvorig jaar
Most people didn’t imagine that they were being followed, so that was a built-in advantage.