When you have a kid, you sign on for the whole package: good, bad, everything in between. you can't just dip in and out, picking and choosing the parts you want and quitting when it's not perfect.

And always remember how much your crazy sister loves you.

With my mom, when someone was gone, they were gone. She didn't waste another minute thinking about them, and neither should you.

After all with me & Marshall, it had never been about words or conversation, where there was too much to be risked or lost. Here, though, in the quiet pressed against each other, this felt familiar to me. And it was nice to let someone get close again, even if it was just for a little while.

I had stepped into his arms, showing him my raw, broken heart.

I'd been through so much, falling short again and again, and only recently had found a place where who I was, right now, was enough.

And trying to break it down this way, to minor and major offenses, maybes and what-ifs, was like arguing over the origin of cracks in a broken egg. It was done. How it happened didn't matter anymore.