She is like a child picking at a scab, unable to stop herself even though she knows it will hurt.
Do you love him?" How would I know?" You'd know.
At one point, she'd wanted to hurl the whole breakfast at the wall. And then she'd remember why it was that men had temper tantrums and women didn't: cleanup.
I can be a little OCD when it comes to my writing.
This is the problem with forever friends. They know too much.
When you get . . . to the end, you see that love and family are all there is. Nothing else matters.