"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."
"Tears-pouring-down-my-face, couldn't-talk-couldn't-breathe kind of laughing. Screaming laughing. So hard that I was sobbing because I couldn't get it together."
“I’ve never seen my child cry like this before. I tried to say the right things like, ‘When something ends, something new begins,’ but that just made her cry harder. So, I remembered what helped me when I spent a solid chunk of my twenties nursing a broken heart."
