His & Hers

by Alice Feeney

There are at least two sides to every story: Yours and mine. Ours and theirs. His and hers. Which means someone is always lying.

There are some things we only hold on to because of who gave them to us: names, beliefs, scarves.

Sometimes I think I am the unreliable narrator of my own life. Sometimes I think we all are.

The only people with no regrets are liars.

I think when we finally get what we think we want, it loses its value. It’s the secret nobody ever shares, because if they did, we would all stop trying.

But the white shapes are not mints. I stare at the thick fingernail clippings on the palm of my hand and think I’m going to be sick.

🤢🤢🤢

People don’t know what real love is until they lose it. Most never find it in the first place, but when you do, you’ll do anything for that person.

Sometimes we hold on too tight to the wrong people, until it hurts so much we have to let go.

People will go to extraordinary lengths to hurt those they love; far more than they ever do for those they hate.

We pretend not to see the scars we give one another, especially those we love.

Nobody knows it all, and those who pretend they do know even less than the rest of us.”

“The friendship bracelet was tied around the victim’s tongue.”

How do you even manage that??

“Things have been a little difficult, moneywise, since your father … left us.

I bet he didn’t “leave”

“Sorry, sorry, sorry! That’s all you ever say!” I stormed past her and ran upstairs to my bedroom. I noticed that it was the only room in the house where nothing had been taken,

This makes me sad. Mama was trying so hard but is getting belittled by a teenager

“Why do you always do that? You talk about Zoe as though she’s some woman I left you for. She’s my sister, Anna.”

Well that was unexpected

Sometimes I think people change their expressions just to give their faces something to do. A smile doesn’t mean someone is happy, just like tears don’t always mean someone is sad. Our faces lie just as often as our words do.

I pay attention to the little things, because they are often the biggest clues to who a person really is. People rarely see themselves the way others do; we all carry broken mirrors.

People can change, they just tend to choose not to.

“It’s never easy being the new girl, no matter how old you are. Just be yourself.” This seemed like terrible advice to me then, just as it is now. I want people to like me, so being myself is never an option.

Yikes 😬

I knew it. She’s in love with me. I might be middle-aged, but I’ve still got it.

Men🙄😂😂

Some people use a filter on life as well as photos, which allows them to only see what they want to.