I’ve been looking at Facebook less and less over the past few months. I’ve taken to referring to it as Fakebook – because that is precisely what it is.
People were genuinely shocked when they found out I’d left my husband, because in the fake reality of Facebook everything in the garden was rosy, ours appeared to be a perfect marriage – all those selfies of us out and about doing stuff, all the family photos, anniversaries, birthdays. It was all bullshit. None of it was the true version of my shitty life – just the glossy version I chose to share. I’ve just deleted Facebook from my phone – I needed space to update my apps.
I wonder if I’ll miss it.
this is me again 