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The loneliest time of my life didn’t begin until I married the one person I would have given my life for.
My adult theory: The Prince Charming myth is the other curse God created to punish Eve and every other woman for biting that stupid apple.
I then immediately realize she’s wearing a cleavage-revealing cut-off sweater and leggings that are hugging her curves a little too tightly. I now wonder why I let my over sexed, half-naked, cute roommate and her double Ds greet him. I’m immediately self-conscious about how conservative I look in comparison to Hillary.
if you feel in competition with your friend over a guy you just met, you’re weird for that
“Did you see how he just ignored me? How fucking rude is that?”
ugh all the characters in this book are weird
“Look, every guy isn’t going to be ‘the one.’ Some guys are just meant to be good screws. That is why God put them on the planet!
she’s not wrong
“I never asked—what do you do?” I head through the open door he’s holding for me. He ignores my question, distracting me with the thrill of the bike ride.
I’ve wrapped myself up in him, something no woman should do with any man.
Why do I stay? It’s a simple question really. Why don’t I just leave? I have no children with him. We’re married, but divorce is so easy and common these days. Why do I care so much?
I’m afraid I’ve wrapped myself up in him for so long that it would be hard to stand on my own. That realization is sickening, and a part of me blames him for that.
