The whole truth is a real mindfuck for most of us, because it doesn’t have any hidden corners, and I personally love hidden corners. They are perfect places to tuck hard things away from scrutiny, away from requiring any attention at all. Hidden corners offered me a mechanism to lie to my own self, because I didn’t want the whole truth. I didn’t want it. I wanted what I wanted, what I’d hoped, what I’d crafted. I wanted the story of our marriage, not our actual marriage.
