"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 know you love it as much as I do. But I’m tired. You’re tired. We’re worn thin. Somedays I think we’re both just holding on tight to this wild ride we’re on."
