Suddenly I realize that this is what I've been waiting for - a man who depends entirely on me... I dreamed for years of a man who couldn't live without me, a man who pictured my face when he closed his eyes, who loved me when I was a mess in the morning and when dinner was late and even when I overloaded the washing machine and burned out the motor. [My son] stares up at me as if I can do no wrong. I have always wanted someone who treats me the way he does; I just didn't know that I'd have to give birth to him.

The human capacity for burden is like bamboo- far more flexible than you'd ever believe at first glance.

We all want to know what went wrong, even when there isn't really an answer to that question.

I love feeling loved. I don't love knowing that I will always come in second place. I love the fact that at least sometimes when I am in my home, I'm not alone. I don't love the fact that it's not always. I love not having to answer to him. I don't love that he doesn't answer to me. I love the way I feel when I am with him. I don't love the way I feel when I'm not.

Traveling is all very well and good as long as you knew there is a place or person you can call home

Did you ever walk through a room that's packed with people, and feel so lonely you can hardly take the next step?

Lately, I have been having nightmares, where I'm cut into so many pieces that there isn't enough of me to be put back together.