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The loneliest time of my life didn’t begin until I married the one person I would have given my life for.
The bond between us, once so real—so tangible, I believed in it with every ounce of my being—is now in tatters.
That’s what happened to me. I was caught before I even knew I was being hunted, and by the time I realized it, it was far too late.
I’ve wrapped myself up in him, something no woman should do with any man.
“Well, what do you want me to say?” he asks defensively. What do I want him to say? What the fuck do I want him to say? I want him to say he’s sorry for everything, sorry that he’s played with my emotions, sorry that
he’s such an ass, that he leaves me alone for days without a single phone call, sorry that he’s made me into a person I don’t even recognize, that he’s eroded my self-confidence, sorry that he exists in my life! I don’t hear anything except silence on the other end. Oops, I must have said all that out loud.
“I’ve never wanted anything more
than our marriage, Lauren. You’re the one thing that belongs to me. The only pure thing I have is us. I used to have a different reason for being. It came from a dark place. My motivation changed when I fell in love with you. You’re my strength and my weakness. You’re the reason I fight to be here.”
Sometimes you forget about yourself when you’ve been with another person for so long.”
This man could easily break my heart. He stole it with a smile, and I don’t think I want it back.
Someone once told me that when you’re in love, your heart takes over and your brain shuts off.
“Chris has what is called dissociative identity disorder.”
“You’re lying. You have to be! You’re telling me Cal has some sort of split personality. That Cal is the person I know, but your son, Chris, who I met earlier, conveniently has no idea who I am, and he’s the real person,”
“I mean, I don’t have a degree in psychology or anything, so I could just be misinformed but… multiple personality disorder? Give me a break! Do you know how many guys will be using this excuse if you let this slide, L? It’ll catch on like wildfire. ‘Honey, it wasn’t me fucking that other chick. It was my alter ego,’”

