Sometimes I Lie

by Alice Feeney

I could be anyone, I could be anywhere, I could be loved.

I can’t recall where this is or how I got here, but I know who I am. My name is Amber Reynolds. I am thirty-five years old. I’m married to Paul.

I don’t want her to leave me alone with him, but I don’t know why.

I can’t remember what happened to me, but I know, with unwavering certainty, that this man, my husband, had something to do with it.

His success broke him and his failure broke us.

The somebody he loved became a nobody he loathed.

we should just think of three honest things to say about ourselves. She says that everyone can think of three things and that being honest with yourself is more important than being honest with others. So, here are my first three things to share with you. They are all true. 1. I’m almost ten. 2. I don’t have any friends. 3. My parents don’t love me.

Memories can’t hurt anyone, unless they are shared.

he loves me. I tell him that I love him too. Well-worn words that have shrunk and lost their meaning.

I lie perfectly still as I listen to the sound of my husband leaving me.

I’m starting to question everything my mind presents to me now, trying to sift through what is real and what might be a dream.

it made me realize that people who do nothing are just as dangerous as those who do.

Claire is the kind of person who sees what she wants to instead of what’s actually there.

People say there’s nothing like a mother’s love—take that away and you’ll find there is nothing like a daughter’s hate.

To live, I have to pretend like I’m already dead.

Your version of the truth becomes a little bent out of shape when it is no longer your own.

Terrible twins.

Sometimes things have to get messy in order to be cleaned up.

People think that good and bad are opposites but they’re wrong, they’re just a mirror image of each other in broken glass.