House Rules (e-book)

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Let me fucking tell you.

This is a little story about a myriad of people.

I mean, it’s long.

So, buckle up.

There's me. Sienna.

You may consider me to be a bit of a dramatic individual. At times, a confounding creation. Often, an exasperating experience.

But, honestly, can you blame me?

Maybe. All good, if so.

Anyway. If I were to write this like a real book cover, I'd…

Well, I’m not exactly sure, truthfully.

Because I don’t particularly relish the idea of doing that. Here is what I will divulge:

You might not like all of us. And that’s fine.

We might say things or do things you think are utterly unforgivable. Also, fine.

This story is not about you. Or me. Or any one thing.

This story is about life. Raw, messy, fucking painful life.

Mother Nature can be rather cruel.

But that is also fine.

At the end of the day, if we’re being 100% honest, this story is about learning how to fight.

Strategy.

When to let go, when to stay.

When to pause.

When does the risk outweigh the reward?

When does love stop being enough?

There are several other people in my story, or sorry, this story.

And I love them. Most of them. Not always. But almost always.

Very nearly.

I was informed I’m rambling now. Let me wrap this up…

I will give you one tiny, devastatingly good secret.

You are very welcome, by the way.

At the end of it all, this is a love letter.

To people who learned how to need people.

xx,

Sienna.

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Let me fucking tell you.

This is a little story about a myriad of people.

I mean, it’s long.

So, buckle up.

There's me. Sienna.

You may consider me to be a bit of a dramatic individual. At times, a confounding creation. Often, an exasperating experience.

But, honestly, can you blame me?

Maybe. All good, if so.

Anyway. If I were to write this like a real book cover, I'd…

Well, I’m not exactly sure, truthfully.

Because I don’t particularly relish the idea of doing that. Here is what I will divulge:

You might not like all of us. And that’s fine.

We might say things or do things you think are utterly unforgivable. Also, fine.

This story is not about you. Or me. Or any one thing.

This story is about life. Raw, messy, fucking painful life.

Mother Nature can be rather cruel.

But that is also fine.

At the end of the day, if we’re being 100% honest, this story is about learning how to fight.

Strategy.

When to let go, when to stay.

When to pause.

When does the risk outweigh the reward?

When does love stop being enough?

There are several other people in my story, or sorry, this story.

And I love them. Most of them. Not always. But almost always.

Very nearly.

I was informed I’m rambling now. Let me wrap this up…

I will give you one tiny, devastatingly good secret.

You are very welcome, by the way.

At the end of it all, this is a love letter.

To people who learned how to need people.

xx,

Sienna.

Let me fucking tell you.

This is a little story about a myriad of people.

I mean, it’s long.

So, buckle up.

There's me. Sienna.

You may consider me to be a bit of a dramatic individual. At times, a confounding creation. Often, an exasperating experience.

But, honestly, can you blame me?

Maybe. All good, if so.

Anyway. If I were to write this like a real book cover, I'd…

Well, I’m not exactly sure, truthfully.

Because I don’t particularly relish the idea of doing that. Here is what I will divulge:

You might not like all of us. And that’s fine.

We might say things or do things you think are utterly unforgivable. Also, fine.

This story is not about you. Or me. Or any one thing.

This story is about life. Raw, messy, fucking painful life.

Mother Nature can be rather cruel.

But that is also fine.

At the end of the day, if we’re being 100% honest, this story is about learning how to fight.

Strategy.

When to let go, when to stay.

When to pause.

When does the risk outweigh the reward?

When does love stop being enough?

There are several other people in my story, or sorry, this story.

And I love them. Most of them. Not always. But almost always.

Very nearly.

I was informed I’m rambling now. Let me wrap this up…

I will give you one tiny, devastatingly good secret.

You are very welcome, by the way.

At the end of it all, this is a love letter.

To people who learned how to need people.

xx,

Sienna.