I was definitely starting to see that purging, instead of bottling up all that shit, could have its advantages.
“My high school boyfriend fucked my best friend.”
“That’s pretty bad,” I said.
She deadpanned. “My best friend was Darren.”
We both cracked up. Over the last hour, we had ruminated over crappy things that happened in our lives, telling each other random stories of screwed-up things we’d experienced. I was pretty sure that we were