I suppose at some point, we all have to decide which memories - real or otherwise - to hold on to, and which ones to let go.
Melanie BenjaminMy head grew muddled with it all; the silly ways adults acted with one another, never saying what they meant, trusting in sighs and glances and distance to speak for them instead. How dangerous that was! How easy it must be to misinterpret a sigh or a look.
Melanie BenjaminWhy, then, did I always feel as if his happiness was my responsibility? It wasn't fair for him to burden me with that. It had never been fair.
Melanie Benjamin