These are the stories that we tell.
I used to worry about my sister. I used to worry that she would get lost or taken or hurt or die. I used to follow her everywhere she went. I used to annoy her. I used to keep an eye on her when she played on the playground. And I used to lose my breath and feel my heart beating through my chest when I couldn't see her.
These are the stories that we tell.
I used to look up lawyers in the phone book and call to ask how much divorces cost. Their secretaries never told me. I think they thought I was joking. Or they felt very very badly for me and because they didn't know what to say, they hung up. I would try the next one listed.
These are the stories that we tell.
I used to sleep on our porch when it rained. I used to make a bed out of the long pillows that only my mother used and wrapped myself up in spite of the heat and would rock, my too-short legs stretching down until my toes could hit the green-peeling-paint floor to push the swing enough to swing for a while.
These are the stories that we tell.
My first boyfriend told me that I was the first person he could see himself marrying. We were sitting on the trunk of his car. It was a perfect night. But I couldn't understand the words he was saying. I think I said "Thank you."
These are the stories that we tell.
When people ask me how I'm doing, I respond with "You know, living the dream." But I'm not so sure.
These are the stories that we tell.
I used to have everything figured out. I used to know who I wanted to be, where I wanted to be, what I wanted to do, and who I wanted to do it with. I wanted to get my Ph.D. in English. I wanted to teach at a university. I wanted to have an office with four walls full of books. I wanted to get married. I wanted to live in the suburbs. I wanted to bake scones. I wanted to have children. I want none of that now. I don't think I do. I have no idea anymore.
These are the stories that we tell.
Most of the time, a lot of time, almost the entire time, I feel like I am right. I feel like I am good. I feel like I am the best possible version of myself (minus a few pounds).
These are the stories that we tell.
I never fought with any of my boyfriends. Not really.
These are the stories that we tell.
I am terrified of being a server/bartender/shift manager for the rest of my life. I tell people and tell myself that I would be fine supporting myself by serving food while I write during my time off. But again, I'm not so sure. But I keep doing it. I feel stuck. And inexperienced. And too experienced in the wrong kinds of things.
These are the stories that we tell.
I want to be supported creatively. I wish all the time that people like "patrons" still exist like they do in Little Women and Dorian Gray.
These are the stories that we tell.
I feel young every day.
These are the stories that we tell.
I feel old every day.
These are the stories that we tell.
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