"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 was faced with the greatest challenge of my writing career - writing and delivering the eulogy of my best friend, the father of my five children and the truest man I've ever known... You know how sometimes you’ll meet a person and think to yourself or even tell everyone around you, 'Oh my gosh, he was the nicest man you could ever want to meet!' Well, That wasn’t my husband."
"Me calling him my ex-husband’s name as I walked drunkenly through the house at 3am. Him keeping secrets from me. Me going through his pockets. Him never looking me in the eye. Both of us addicts, just of different substances."
"With matted hair, animal-cracker stained leggings and those horrendous boots, I headed confidently home. Half an hour later... I heard the chime of an incoming text on my phone. It was from my husband..."
"As the evenings came to a close, I knew the dark reality would soon set in. The anger and hurt in Bryan’s eyes after everyone was gone was scary. I saw the other side."
