Macey
“Almost divorce?” Jill asked me.
I nodded my head. “Yeah... God, this is harder than I thought,” I said, putting my head in my hand as I leaned forward.
“It’s okay. Just tell me what you feel comfortable saying,” Jill encouraged.
I closed my eyes and rubbed my hand over my brow. “That’s just it. Growing up, in my family, we had to be picture-perfect for the public,” I said, sitting back up slowly and lowering my hand.
“Hmm,” Jill mumbled, biting her bottom lip.
“It’s not picture-perfect in real life,” I told her.
“So, in a way, you could say you live two lives: the one the public sees and then the real one?” Jill asked.
I let out a laugh. “Yeah, that sounds accurate. The public one... let’s just say everything I do or have is an opportunity to make my father look good. Birthd
