I just want to write. It's like once I get those obsessive thoughts out of my head, once they're written down, they're somehow set free and I can move on.

Now that I know where this life is going, it's time to decide how I'll get there.

And there are a million possibilities. Like the possibility of going separate ways. Together.

Somewhere underneath it all, I know he doesn't deserve to take up space in my brain.

Apparently, it used to be extremely common for families to have two parents. They stayed together because that’s what all the other parents did. Now there are so many options, so many different ways to be a family. So many ways to rip a family apart.

Happiness is not limited. There’s enough for everyone.

I still love him. And here's the worst part. I want him back. - Ree