I had always been told that by the time you reached your late twenties you were going to have it all figured out: what you wanted to do with your life, what you wanted to look like, where you wanted to live, and who you wanted to spend the rest of your life with. Instead things seemed more blurred and complicated than in high school.
I spot my reflection in the glass in my door and see…the huge hickey on the right side of my neck. I shake my head and crouch down. The Ex was gone, Mr. Smyth was getting complicated, and I had taken Ben for granted—again. I touch the cracked green leaves of the lone plant on my doorstep; it’s dying.
I realize I’m suddenly turning into something I’ve never been: emotionally careless, selfish…easy. And it isn’t making me feel like a Chicago suburb legend.
- Sex, Life, & Hannah Chapter 14