Status Updates From Tear You Apart

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If there’s ever a person who tells you in all their years of marriage they’ve never wondered what it would be like to walk out, you’re talking to a liar.

“Oh, come on. Throw a guy a bone.”

“Are you a dog?” I asked him smartly, refusing to smile.

Naveen blinked, his smile fading. “Are you a bitch?”

That was how we became friends.

“See,” Will says. “You never know how thirsty you are until someone offers you something to drink.”

“You should buy it. It would make you happy.”

My laugh snags, like a burr. “Who says I need to be happy?”

“Everyone needs to be happy, Elisabeth,” Will says.

I wonder which one of them he used to fuck, because like that painting in the back room and other things here in the gallery, including me, Naveen hangs on to things for sentimental reasons.

Sometimes love does not have the most honorable beginnings, and the endings, the endings will break you in half. It’s everything in between we live for.

—Ann Patchett, from the essay The Sense of an Ending