The only thing I’ve found worse than living my truth is living a lie trying to love someone that either can’t or won’t love you back. I’ve lived my life fortunate enough to be my true self or at least what I thought was my true self until the skeletons of those I loved began falling out the sky like the twin towers on 9/11. I’ve found my resilience tested but how am I supposed to live when everyone else’s skeletons and those of my own reveal that I am sleeping with the boss’s wife?
