Change doesn’t happen just because we think something is wrong. Change happens because we think something is wrong and then don’t stop fighting until it’s right.

Someone else’s idea of happiness was a lot easier to attain than a happiness I could not envision and didn’t think I deserved.

In becoming someone’s anyone, I became no one’s only one.

But, it’s not like I ever let my guard down. It’s not like I ever feel safe in this new life. I am an interloper obsessed with honing my facade. I’ve built my entire life – my new life – around keeping my past a secret. My husband knows bits and pieces, but even the little bits he knows have been reshaped and colored by my persistent rewriting and massaging of the “facts.” I shudder to think what would happen if he knew the truth of who I was. The whole truth.

Funny how you can get used to not having things you thought you couldn’t live without.

Our friendship had turned into a souvenir book filled with history and cool childhood-friend stories that we trotted out at parties. It was the envy of all our new acquaintances. It was like an old set of company china – carefully set out to be viewed and shown off, but no one actually eats off it. The friendship hadn’t been functional for some time.

I’m okay... in that kind of dead inside way.

I’m lost. I’m alone. I’ve got nowhere to go. Nowhere but home.

It’s one thing to run from ghosts, it’s quite another to let them catch you.

It’s not the end of the world, but you can definitely see it from there.