Both Things Are True

by Kathleen Barber

last thing he said to me was that trying to love me was like trying to stay atop a mechanical bull. I always end up bruised,

This is a very bad idea. Boarding a private jet with the untrustworthy sister of my allegedly criminal ex-fiancé and heading out of the country to God knows where without any means of communication? I couldn’t have scripted a more terrible plan if I’d tried.

I’m done crying over men.

At what point should I start defining myself by what I want rather than what the men want of me?

Being innocent and being found innocent by a jury of your peers are two totally different things.

He doesn’t get to cry when he’s the one breaking my heart.