"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."
“Sex after kids is the best sex,” said no one, ever. That’s not to say kids themselves have any control over their parents’ sex lives, but I think we can all agree that it’s pretty easy for libido to morph into libi-DON’T once the pitter patter of little feet begins to fill the halls of our homes.
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."
