His door is closed behind me. It's staying closed. He's letting me go. I think I've made myself very clear, but no ones stepping forward to stop me. A lot of you cared, just not enough. And that...that is what i needed to find out. And I did find out. And I'm sorry.

I’m going to be mentally ill in fifteen years, and that’s why my husband doesn’t want to be around me.

You don't know what goes on in anyone's life but your own.

You can't stop the future You can't rewind the past The only way to learn the secret ...is to press play.

I take a slow sip of lukewarm coffee, reopen the book, and read the words scribbled in red ink near the top: Everyone needs an olly-olly-oxen-free.

I can't. You can't rewrite the past.

My heart and my trust were in the process of collapsing. And that collapse created a vacuum in my chest.