Nobody qualifies as a reliable narrator. Not when they’re telling their own story. We all have vast egos to protect, and even vaster shadows to protect them with. All any of us can do is try to be a reliable narrator.

When I’m asked by someone new about my own personal history (careers, moves, marriages, divorces), I find I have to really slow down and search my heart to keep from dropping into the “good guy, bad guy” mode as soon as I open my mouth. And probably still do so even when I’m trying not to.

We all want to be the hero of our own story, no doubt about it.

But even more than that, we want for someone else to be the villain.