I Liked My Life

by Abby Fabiaschi

It’s as though men know how tiresome they are and set out to marry women proficient at putting up with baloney.

Mayonnaise was duct tape in her kitchen; there was nothing it couldn’t fix.

Apparently, not having a mother on Mother’s Day is something I should be embarrassed about.

Always nice to see a tragic death exploited for a high-school hookup.

but independence isn’t liberating when it’s involuntary.

Suicide really is the ultimate fuck-you.

You only confuse hope with power once in life.

Motherhood enlarged my heart. I found a reserve capacity to love that trumped my initial supply tenfold. I had more to give everyone because I had more to tap into. When

When I saw you I knew I was looking at my life’s purpose.

lost by the enormity of how much time she has on earth without me.

The Celestine Prophecy by James Redfield.

Adrienne Rich: “If we could learn to learn from pain even as it grasps us…”

there was nothing worse a parent could pass on to a child than guilt.”

Giving advice to someone in mourning is like offering pretzels to someone dehydrated. It doesn’t help.

Everyone has a history. Sadness isn’t mine alone.

I hope I’m not one of those sorry bastards who live to a hundred.

nothing will ever make sense again, but we still need to seek goodness wherever we go.

there’s a strong correlation between judgment and insecurity.

“Everything will be okay in the end. If it isn’t okay, it isn’t the end.”

You don’t always get to know what happened, or why things happened a certain way, but it always, always, goes deeper than any one thing.

Don’t give out answers you don’t have.

we’re given the gift of life with the consequence of death. I think it’d be a mistake to focus on the consequence instead of the gift.”

It’s hard to be around people whose loss matches your own. It’s almost competitive.

And as long as you’re not an asshole, you can find people to love you, and as long as you’re loved, you can be happy.

Some are offended by the idea that there’s beauty in mourning, but I can’t afford to be swayed by them.