Her mother was dead, but what could be worse than knowing your mother was alive somewhere but she wanted a man who hit her more than she wanted you?
The Mothers by Brit Bennett
Her mother was dead, but what could be worse than knowing your mother was alive somewhere but she wanted a man who hit her more than she wanted you?
The Mothers by Brit Bennett
What she realized at this moment: her greatest fear – well, her greatest intellectual fear – was of being left behind emotionally. Of being the one caught in that terrible limbo of still being in love when the other person has already left the room.
Listen to Me by Hannah Pittard
The world makes me so very sad. So much hatred. So much violence. So much senseless killing. When will it stop?
I’m currently reading Ink and Bone, and came across this line that I very much identify with:
More than anything else, resentment was the death of love. It killed slowly.
Yes, yes, yes.
This is something I learned the hard way. Now I make sure to be very clear and forthcoming with my thoughts and feelings. I talk things out. I try to keep my emotions under control. It’s important to clear the air.
Relationships are hard, yo. Though with D, I feel like we did all the really hard work in the beginning. Things seem much easier now. I think the real challenge for us moving forward will be to make sure we don’t fall into a rut and get bored. Luckily, I’m still excited every time I see him. I’m still insanely attracted to him. He still makes me laugh. Nobody understands me more. Nobody is more fun.
We have so many amazing plans for our future.
xoxo
The first time you hold your baby and see she’s all right, you breathe a sigh of relief. You think you’ve crossed the finish line. You don’t realize that the race has just begun.
– The Good Goodbye by Carla Buckley
So very true. Being a mom is like wearing my heart outside of my body.