Listen for the Lie: A Novel

Trust me, there’s no pleasing people. If they’re determined to think the worst of you, they will.

Well, not strange, exactly. Typical. Men always believe each other.

“The only person who ever protected me was Savvy.”

“Is there a woman in this town who hasn’t hooked up with Colin Dunn? Even your mother slept with him.”

“My life vastly improved once both those men were gone. Men don’t protect us, not really. They only protect themselves, or each other. The only thing men ever protected me from was happiness.”

People don’t believe women who fight back. When a man lashes out, people say he’s lost control of his temper or made a terrible mistake. When a woman does it, she’s a psychopath.

(sugar is my main weakness, unless you count my inability to stop murdering people in my head)

I guess that’s fair. I’m possibly headed to prison, and he is headed back to the dating apps to find a new girlfriend.

An insult doesn’t have the intended impact when spelled incorrectly.

For fuck’s sake. Men are such babies. They’re too scared to actually break up with you, so they just get mean or fade away until you get mad and dump them.