The Truth: His Side, Her Side, and The Truth About Falling in Love (Truth And Lies, #1)

by Christina C. Jones

my extensive experience, both “doing” and doing cute boys was most certainly a one-way train ticket to disaster. Bearded ones were bullet trains. Who didn’t need those types of problems? Me.

On a scale of one to ten, exactly how wack was I that she was willing to break our trust, and be with another man?

Maybe you weren’t enough for her. For her. That doesn’t mean you aren’t the answer to somebody else’s deepest desires.

“When you love someone, you see what you want to see. Nobody wants to think the person they care about has an addiction. So we ignore the signs, and explain it away. Blame it on something else. And then, once we can’t ignore it anymore, we blame ourselves for what they did, to make it make sense. And that’s not just for addiction.”

Bullshit happens – it always does. But in the meantime… we should just build on what will get us through the bullshit when it comes? Okay?”

Don’t let where you’ve been affect where you’re going. You understand?”

“It’s like… nobody wants to feel bad. Especially when you “don’t have a reason”, you know? People look at you like… what are you complaining about?Your life is good, but it’s not really about that. Depression isn’t about that. You can’t help it. But you don’t want people looking at you like you’re ungrateful, or selfish, or whatever. So instead of feeling bad, I was choosing to feel…nothing. Feeling nothing was preferable. Made it easier to pretend to be happy.”

“Rob, if you’ve found this key and are planning to use it to sneak in my apartment and wake me up for middle of the night sex, I’m telling you now… the dick had better be STELLAR. And your mouth too. Lots and lots of mouth. So, basically like usual. Don’t phone it in because we’re sleepy. Give it your all. – Iris.”

But no person was any one way.

Sometimes even-keeled fathers lost their balance, and their temper with it. Sometimes wonderful mothers were less than stellar wives. Sometimes people we loved lost themselves to addictions, and became people we didn’t like very much. Sometimes the stuck up girl from work was the best kind of confidence builder. Sometimes the brother and sister that seemed too busy to care were just too hurt to make themselves available. Sometimes the teen mom that everybody judged in high school was one of the wisest people you could ever call a friend.

Sometimes the stereotypical, bearded fuckboy type from Instagram was actually so mature, so grounded, so conscious, so amazing, that you found yourself wondering if he may just end up being the love of your life.