It Starts with Us (It Ends with Us, #2)

by Colleen Hoover

We’re impressionable when we’re younger, and when you’re told you are nothing for years on end by everyone you should mean something to, you start to believe it. And you slowly start to become nothing.

but after years of being disappointed, I realized that just because you’re born into a group of people, that doesn’t make them your family.

There’s no excuse good enough to walk away from your son.

There’s this toxic belief that family should stick together simply because they’re family.

But the best thing I ever did for myself was walk...

It scares me to think of where I might be had ...

“I don’t know my dad,” I admit. “I know his name, but that’s about it. Sutton said he left when I was young, probably about the same age you were when Tim left. It used to bother me, not knowing my father. I used to worry about him. I imagined there was something awful that was keeping him away, like he was locked up in a prison somewhere on a wrongful conviction. I used to come up with these wild scenarios that would excuse how he could know I existed but not be in my life. Because what kind of man could have a son and not want to know him?”

“It blows my mind that this man has you for a son, and you want to be in his life, yet he still hasn’t made an effort. You’re a privilege,

one that starts with us.”