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That was when things had started to go wrong, when it had begun to resonate that angels didn’t mate with demons for a reason…
His smile… I wish I could forget it. Forget him. Some people, though, are just unforgettable.
"If we don’t, it’s because your mom’s a wise woman. I hope that, if one day, a guy treats you like I treated her, that you leave his sorry ass."
But walking away from addiction wasn’t as easy as turning your back on it. It was a constant shadow, plaguing everything and anything. Wherever I looked, I had regrets. Wherever I looked, there were apologies to make. Wherever I looked, there were things that I needed to make amends for.
He peered up at me, all big eyes and vulnerability, pain and distress and need. Need for me. Why couldn’t he have looked at me like that before? Why had I never been enough for him?
Until I’d realized blood wasn’t thicker than water
"There’s something nice about feeding people comfort food. Stuff that puts a smile on their faces.
Even if I hadn’t had anything more chemical than sugar and aspartame sliding through my veins for two decades, I would always be a junkie. People who said they were ex-addicts were fucking liars. We were all in recovery.
"Everyone is worthy of forgiveness,
Cyan’s pain was our pain. God, being a parent never let up. Not when what she endured would probably haunt us more than it did her. There’d come a day when her mind would gloss over things to protect itself, whereas for us, we’d never forget. Ever.
