My husband’s family treats me like a gold-digger. Little do they know, I’m the one holding the offshore account that keeps his father’s business afloat.

I purposefully take the long way to my desk just to walk past your cubicle and see if you look up at me.

My husband thinks I hate his family’s annual beach trip. I actually love it because his cousin’s best friend stays at the house right next door.

I know your exact commute schedule by heart and pretend to check my mail whenever your car passes my house.

I turned down a massive executive promotion because I knew the travel stress would ruin my family life.

My old yearbooks sit gathering dust in the garage, filled with signatures from people I will never see again.

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

I’ve been sleeping with my former step-brother for eight months. Our parents got divorced two years ago, but we still have to pretend we barely speak at family events.

I am glad you moved on and found someone better, even though it completely shattered my world when you left.

I didn't stand up for my friend when someone insulted her at a party because I was afraid of becoming a target myself.

I am proud of everything you have accomplished, even if you will never know it came from me.

I took an extended lunch break every single day for six months and nobody in management ever noticed or said anything.

I eat raw cookie dough straight from the tub while watching reality TV drama on my phone.

I’ve been pretending to hate my coworker’s favorite band for months just so we have a reason to banter every morning.

I accidentally ran over my neighbor's mailbox backing out of my driveway and blamed it on a delivery truck.