The Way I Used to Be (The Way I Used to Be, #1)

by Amber Smith

And the blood—on the sheets, the comforter, my legs.

:((

Just because someone has always been seen as this incredible person—this hero—it doesn’t mean that’s the truth. Or that’s who they really are,”

And then he looks up at me with his smile, and I can feel his eyes watching me as I leave. I’m barely breathing. My heart feels light and fast—too fast.

“supposed to be special? You know, with someone special?”

Yessss... Your husband

“Like—I don’t know—I just feel like you’re about to go over the edge or something.”

The plan was to get better, to feel better, by any means. But I don’t feel better, I feel empty, empty and broken, still.

“This isn’t who I was supposed to be. I used to be so nice. I used to be a nice, sweet, good person. And now I just—I just—I hate. I hate him.

a girl who needs to pick up her own pieces and put them back together herself.

Jesus can do that