One of Us Is Dead

by Jeneva Rose

Olivia had a true talent for complimenting herself before she complimented others. She was the same with kind words and insults. I coined the term “kinsults” thanks to her. It was like she had created a cruel language all her own. You wouldn’t even realize she was insulting you, because they were wrapped up like a present, complete with a nice bow.

Olivia and her friends treated it like their own living room, hosting book clubs, wine nights, hangouts for gossip, and committee meetings.

I mean I don't hate this idea

I understood that people needed to vent and not everyone got along all the time, but I never wanted to be pulled into the middle of it. I’d listen, but I refused to participate. However, that’s the thing about drama: participation isn’t always required.

She was a forgive-and-forget kind of person. I, on the other hand, always believed there was another option on the table. Forgive, forget, or fucking never let it go.

She was at least trying to fit in, but a Texas girl can’t just throw out her cowboy boots and lasso.

Listen Karen!! Leave Texas gals alone or I’ll throw my boots at your throat... Rude!

You smiled when you were pissed, and you smiled when you were pleased.

“The bully forgets they’re a bully. The victim never does.

Facts!

Olivia was clearly trying to ostracize Shannon because she feared becoming her. Fear makes people crazy. Insecurity makes them crazier.

“Cheers to Buckhead! I hope you make it out alive.”

That's a little ominous

People that get their way think they’re the ones in control. But the ones that give are the ones that rule. It’s not the politician in office, but the donor behind the check that wields the sword.

The truth is, I’d rather be dead than poor, and the easiest way to stay rich is to stay powerful.

As humans, we define ourselves by the things we are most proud of—being a mother, a salon owner, a free spirit. But what happens when you lose that? Who do you become?

Throughout our marriage, I had always warned him that I’d be the worst ex-wife he’d ever have, because I never forget and I never let things go, including ex-husbands.

Shannon is like a case of herpes: hard to treat and never truly goes away. The only way he’ll ever get rid of Shannon is via a death certificate.

Well fuck you too, Olivia

“Being yourself is the strongest, most powerful thing you can do. It’s like signing your autograph on something you created. You’re saying, ‘This is me, and I’m so fucking proud of it. I’m proud of me,’ ”