The truth about why I stopped going to events is because I cant afford them anymore.

I act like I don't care about milestones, but deep down it hurts seeing everyone around me get married and buy homes.

My neighbor parked his massive RV over my driveway line for two months. I reported his unregistered vehicle to code enforcement every single morning at 8:01 AM.

When you walk past my room at school, I pretend to be studying so you wont see me stare.

I am sorry I wasn't brave enough to stand up to my parents when they told me not to marry you.

I accidentally scratched a brand new luxury car in a parking lot and drove away because nobody was looking.

I set my mic input gain slightly lower on Zoom calls whenever my mic-hogging manager tries to interrupt me.

I automated my entire daily workload with Python scripts six months ago and now work maybe 90 minutes a day.

I’m deeply in love with my daughter’s 24-year-old personal trainer. Every time he comes over to coach her, I find an excuse to bring out fresh lemonade.

I still love you more than I should, but I love my own peace of mind much more now.

Every time I drive past my old high school, I feel like a ghost haunting a place where I used to matter.

My neighbor boasts that her husband built their luxury pergola with his bare hands. I watched the professional construction crew do it while she was at brunch.

I memorized your exact laugh so I can tell when you have entered the building before I even turn around.

My childhood friends have all moved to different continents, and our friendships now exist entirely across twelve-hour time zones.

My parents think they paid for my college degree completely, but I worked night shifts and took out private loans.