No one tells us, girls who don't go on dates, that remembering can be almost as good as what actually happens.
....I realized I actually had a choice in what I could believe.
That's all a grit is, a vehicle. For whatever it is you rather be eating.
I'd cry, if only I had the time to do it.
It weren’t too loo long before I seen something in me, had changed. A bitter seed was planted inside of me. And I just didn’t feel so, accepting, anymore.
I nursed a worthless, pint drinker for twelve years and when my lazy, life-sucking, daddy finally died, I swore to God with tears in my eyes I'd never marry one. And then I did.