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

by Christina C. Jones

But as good as it was, over time it started feeling less like respite and more like using a teaspoon to fill a void.

Those men didn’t care about me. Which was fine, because I didn’t care about them either, but I had to sit down and realize that every attempt at… whatever was constantly picking at a scab.

I’d never heal. So I stopped.

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.

Even when they claimed at first that they weren’t, that’s what it always ended up being. So I convinced myself that was all I wanted too. And I was great at it. But it didn’t…”

“Make you feel great.”

But I got to this place where I was just so far from what I really wanted, that I decided the best thing I could do for myself was stop dealing with men.”

Remind myself that I was enough for me. Just me. I was great company for myself at lunch, at dinner, at the movies. I took the time to appreciate my own touch on my skin, and decided for myself that I was beautiful.

The next man I entertain needs to have his shit together. A job, no drama, and he needs to be serious about his future.”

Don’t let where you’ve been affect where you’re going.

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.”