Maybe in Another Life

by Taylor Jenkins Reid

Nine billion choices I’ve made over the course of my life could have changed where I am right now and where I’m headed. There’s no sense focusing on just one. Unless you want to punish yourself.

And part of loving someone, part of being the recipient of trust, is telling the truth even when it’s awful.

I don’t know what you’re supposed to wear to tell your new boyfriend, who used to be your ex-boyfriend and is the man you are pretty much convinced is the love of your life, that you are having a baby with another man. I decide on jeans and a gray sweater.

When you sit there and wish things had happened differently, you can’t just wish away the bad stuff. You have to think about all the good stuff you might lose, too. Better just to stay in the now and focus on what you can do better in the future.

If I’m meant to find him, I’ll find him. I guess I do believe that. But sometimes I wish I got to decide what I was meant to do.

I’m not even sure they are registering that I’m here. I don’t want to bring attention to the fact that I’m here by not being here anymore.