Confessions On The 7:45

Her husband a thief as well as a liar, an adulterer, an abuser of woman.

Infidelity. Secrets. Sins of omission.
But worst of all were the lies she told herself.

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.

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.

Parents are just people. We make mistakes.

Sometimes people fall out of love, and they’re just better off apart.

Her house—which she thought was made of bricks, was made of straw.

Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.”
—Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanac

“Love is a lightning bolt. Sometimes there’s no avoiding it.

Most people didn’t imagine that they were being followed, so that was a built-in advantage.