"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."
"Do you hear me? I was ENOUGH. I was more than enough. But for the wrong man, It did not matter. You may be the rib, but a rib cannot fit comfortably in a body it was not designed for."
