Her husband a thief as well as a liar, an adulterer, an abuser of woman.
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Infidelity. Secrets. Sins of omission. But worst of all were the lies she told herself.
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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.
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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.
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Parents are just people. We make mistakes.
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Sometimes people fall out of love, and they’re just better off apart.
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Her house—which she thought was made of bricks, was made of straw.
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Three may keep a secret, if two of them are dead.” —Benjamin Franklin, Poor Richard’s Almanac
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“Love is a lightning bolt. Sometimes there’s no avoiding it.
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Most people didn’t imagine that they were being followed, so that was a built-in advantage.