"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."
"You see it’s not me who chooses how she gets treated. And it’s certainly not her being lucky. It’s about knowing your own worth and never being willing to accept anything less. That’s all it’s ever been."
