Verity

you’ll swallow these words and they will become part of you, part of your gut, and you will hurt because of them.

It’s what you do when you’ve experienced the worst of the worst. You seek out people like you…people worse off than you…and you use them to make yourself feel better about the terrible things that have happened to you.

“Give my best to Sherman.”

Patricia makes a face. “My husband’s name is William.”

Jeremy nods once. “Oh. That’s right. I get them confused.”

I hear Patricia scoff as we walk away. When we make it to the next aisle, I say, “Um. Who is Sherman?”

“The guy she fucks behind her husband’s back.”

What you read will taste so bad at times, you’ll want to spit it out, but you’ll swallow these words and they will become part of you

It’s natural, to assume the worst in people, even if that assumption is only for a split second.

Human.

Curious.

Carry on.

Weird how his potential discomfort brings me comfort. I don’t think that’s how it’s supposed to work.

“Some families are lucky enough to never experience a single tragedy. But then there are those families that seem to have tragedies waiting on the back burner. What can go wrong, goes wrong. And then gets worse.”

If an attraction is present between two people, those two people can only be one of two things. Involved or not involved. There is no in-between.

But I wanted to feed Chastin.