"I had managed to keep my composure in the grocery store, and even when I was putting away my cart back to get my quarter back. But as I drove home, the tears came. I began the ugly cry."
Loving someone the way you want to be loved, doesn’t always work. My husband and I view love so differently, but you know what? I think we’re going to be okay.
"The next morning he woke up and wasn’t feeling good. I assumed it was all the excitement from the day before. The last words he ever said to us were 'I love you too.'"
"I, personally, feel so isolated by the image society has created for me, scared that in these moments when I should feel like I need to reach out for help, I will be judged instead."
