Via the always informative Blog Pound, true stories in one sentence:
I had to divorce him when I realized I had sunk to the unconscious choice of not wearing my seat belt anymore.
With shaking hands, I held out a fresh-bought copy of his newest book and my luckiest pen… only to drop it into his mug of tea.
I’ve never felt as guilty as when my mother took one look at me the weekend I lost my virginity on a class trip and said, “Something is different about you.”
There should have been one more stocking hanging from the mantle, a few more ornaments on the tree with your name on the back, and a few more brightly wrapped presents addressed to you.