Lying in Wait

returned to her husband, who was foolish enough to take her back.

With hindsight and a little distance, I can see how obsessed she has been with me for my whole life

You’re leaving me.’ It was a statement rather than a question.

I needed him to prove me right, but I was helpless as I watched him slide further and further into himself.

She put up with my bad temper and my dark moods and my increasing girth, but she stopped talking about us as a couple, and I knew I was losing her.

Three weeks before Christmas we had endured another evening of awkward silences.

I used to be eaten up by thoughts of justice and revenge, but love had fixed me.

I didn’t know until then that it was possible to tell the truth and still feel like a liar.

something about every funeral you go to reminds you of all the other funerals you’ve ever been to. I’d only been to one.

Beauty is an international passport to acceptance.