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“God,” she muttered as she held the flame to her lips. She took a deep drag, exhaled with evident relief, then said again, “God, let someone care about me as much as they care about the children.”

This life is an exercise in insanity.

Natalie’s like a border collie, my mother used to say to the other women at church. She needs a project, otherwise she starts chewing the cabinet corners. Are you saying my son is a project? I imagined Doug saying. No, I imagined my mother replying. I’m saying he’s the cabinet corner.

A single bad day feels like nine good days packed into one. Time moves so slowly that I often worry the clock in this world might break altogether, leaving me frozen in a single sepia-toned moment.

A voice in my head, echoing softly: America hates angry women. The Lord hates angry women. You hate angry women. Do not be an angry woman.

For hours now, my thoughts have fluttered and flitted tirelessly around me overhead. Now they stop short and drop out of the sky, one by one, until just one remains.

I wanted more of what I already had. I wanted the whole entire world to see itself through my eyes. A new level of influence.

There comes a point in every marriage when a woman realizes that the man she married is a freak. This is inevitable. It cannot be avoided. The only real question in the matter is what type of freak your husband will be - meaning: if you are lucky, you will find out your husband is preternaturally into vintage children's train sets, and you will not find out that your husband pays high school cheerleaders for sex.

It's easy to go everywhere when you're the one who sets the traps.

He looked like a houseplant getting tortured with a hair dryer.

The goal of an influencer is not to be lovable, and it is not to be unbearable. The goal is to be both at once. In other words: addicting

All men wanted to become legends. It was so embarrassing.

She held her intelligence like a knife behind her back.

And please give my husband a spine. I’m tired of him needing to borrow mine.

I loved that boy, but he had not been gifted with a standard helping of brains.

A man may work from sun to sun, but a woman's work is never done, never done, never done.

Is it a choice if there's only one option?

In the world that I came from, divorce was a German word that translated loosely to a lifetime of destitution and misery followed by an eternity in Hell.