"I could feel hot, salty tears coming down my face. I sat and cried silently... I was scrunching myself up against the wall as far as I could. All of a sudden, someone from behind us taps on the guy’s shoulder..."
Sometimes I feel a burst of "manliness" quake inside me. But if I stop and step back, I find it’s not manliness at all. It’s a pitch of lies pushing up through my old flesh: You’re the man, make them listen, make them follow, make them, make them.
"There will be days that you want to give up and the discouragement will be overwhelming. Never give up. I need your strength. I will be strong for you. I will always keep fighting for you. Please do the same for me."
He began with, “It’s like when you leave your flatiron out every single time when you go to work. I could get mad about having to put it up every day.”
"For the first time in my life thought, I want to just go to sleep and not wake up. I wanted to do anything that - so he’ll see... I wanted to hurt him or do something where he would be shocked."
"I loved her. But it was not enough, to not begin the affair with the other woman. It wasn’t enough, to not give my attention to the other woman when my wife was longing for attention from me."
