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I was starving, I had to use the bathroom, and I was in shapewear. Basically the grand finale to the worst week ever.
And I’m in Spanx.” She sucked air through her teeth. “Satan’s underwear?
“I think I’m more in the mood for Golden Girls summer…”
“Okay. But I have to inform you that I’m bringing my Taser.” “Fair enough.” “And I will definitely use it if I have to.” She gave me a stern look. I made a matching serious face. “You won’t have to. But I believe you. You look violent.”
“Don’t let them decide the life you’re going to live. You only get one.”
“I’d follow a clown into a storm drain if he had a baby goat in pajamas.”
God, he’s annoying. He’s like that hair stuck to your shirt and you know it’s there ’cause you can feel it on the back of your arm but you can’t get rid of it?”
Even the duffel bag she brought was a brand name so far out of my reach, I couldn’t even afford it at a yard sale.
“Grace costs you nothing.
Then he pulled me onto his lap. He put his arms around me in a hug that was so sweet, it made my heart skip.
“Grace costs you nothing,” I said. And I went back inside.
“I’m smiling because this entire weekend has made me feel like I suck at everything and it’s nice to know that maybe you suck at things too.”
Sometimes what you have to give is enough. Even if it’s a rock instead of a diamond.”
He was closing open tabs on a laptop in my brain one at a time until he was the only thing on the screen.
My vagina has officially been closed so long I’m afraid a Spirit Halloween is going to move in.”
You have the sex and you leave and then you don’t text him again until you need to see if his penis is available.
“Why is everything so hard?” “Because you have too many fucks to give.”
She laughed. “Quit men too. Move in together and start a YouTube channel where we day drink and rate bread.”
It’s amazing how someone can touch you, even if you only know them for a moment in time. How they can change you, alter you indelibly.
“I believe you. I can handle anything you need to tell me. You don’t need to protect me from the truth and I’m here to help you in any way I can. It’s not your fault. And you don’t deserve it.”
Nothing good ever comes out of “we need to talk.”
Even in my ER, my nurses did all the dirty work for me.
Love follows you. It goes where you go. It doesn’t know about social divides or distance or common sense. It doesn’t even stop when the person you love dies. It does what it wants.
Wow, you went through a portal right into the seventh level of hell.”
“Yeah. I realized when you hit zero fucks, that’s when negotiations begin.”
I missed her so much it was physically painful. It was a form of grief. A withdrawal. Starvation.
Nobody would know that I’d lost an entire town, the man I loved, and most of myself.
“Whooo!” She shook her head, choking. “Wow. My check-liver light just went on.”
“There’s something so peaceful about that, to just hit zero fucks about everything else but the person you love.”
“What? Seriously. If you left, would you feel worse than you do right now?” she asked. “If you just said ‘Fuck it’ and dipped, would you be as unhappy as you are today?”
Because sometimes family isn’t what you’re born into. Sometimes family is found.
He stopped turning me, and we stood under the huge crystal chandelier in the middle of the room, the entire gala watching, all eyes on us. He hovered his lips an inch from mine. “As. You. Wish.”
