After my divorce, I'd returned home. Like an abused dog, with my tail between my legs. Swapped out a broken heart for the abuse I was more familiar with.
Opening my heart meant welcoming my ex-husband and his partner completely into family celebrations that I had previously shared with my children on my own.
Learn not to judge the homeless, the divorced, the childless women, the addicts, the mentally ill. We all f*** up at some point. They had dreams too, and are not weird because they defaulted from convention. Simply, through no fault of their own, their plans just did not work out. But a greater ...
I’m sorry if I turned you down because you just weren’t alpha enough for me... I’ve seen the tools in your toolshed you use to bury your unwelcome emotions...
Your cousin is killed in a car accident: the bottom of the glass of scotch.
Suck it up.
Your mom is diagnosed with Stage 4 lung ...