"You heard me tell her we had a long drive home and she needed to use the potty. You heard her tell me she was scared the toilet would flush while she was sitting on it."
"He stepped aside and tried to make a few calls. Hugging his daughter and grabbing his head, you could tell he was heartbroken. This woman next to him at the front counter heard the whole thing."
"While you are not her Savior, and shouldn’t carry that burden around, you are there to protect her. She has one knight in shining armor with skin on in this world. You."
"Did someone open a card under his name? The next day, the day I called that hotel room and heard his voice, his voice 1,000 miles away, and then heard her voice in the background, that was the day I broke."
"I question my own motives in writing this. Is it sordid? Is it to gain sympathy? Is it to avoid criticism or worse, to benefit from the publicity criticism brings? Lord, I hope not."
"When my husband goes to a playground with our daughter he constantly stays by her side--if not he gets stares and people wonder what the “big black man” is doing on the park bench."
"I stood outside last night, with one daughter curled up under each arm sobbing, it struck me. They waved goodbye, trying hard to smile as tears ran down their cheeks."
"You have a hard time getting going in the morning, yet you can’t fall asleep at night because your mind just. won’t. stop. You do your best to appear OK, and feel neglected when everyone then assumes you’re OK. Because anxiety is, often, a silent struggle. It’s often used flippantly, as though it’s just a synonym for being worried. But it’s real. And it sucks. It sucks so much, and speaking of, it sucks the life right out of you."
