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That was one of the best things about having a friend you shared everything with: It gave you a bird’s-eye view of another person’s life. Which in turn reminded you that the bad you had was your choice, and better than the alternative.
I loved my husband. I loved my kids. I mostly liked my life. But I was so damn tired.
Jenny had been prone to overthinking things—just like me, and really most of the women I knew—
We agreed it was more important to be a good person for the present moment than as a means of building up some sort of karmic credit.
The bigger issue was that I was afraid. Because I had been spending way too much time thinking about how nice it would be to escape the ever-mounting pressures of our life.
“To be honest with you, Penny, I worry that too much honesty might be a bad idea.”
Most people say they want the truth. What they mean is that they want it if it’s palatable.
