Reminders of Him

by Colleen Hoover

I take the responsibility of naming things very seriously.

I take a drink of my coffee and close my eyes and cry because life can be so fucking cruel and hard, and I’ve wanted to quit living it so many times, but then moments like these remind me that happiness isn’t some permanent thing we’re all trying to achieve in life, it’s merely a thing that shows up every now and then, sometimes in tiny doses that are just substantial enough to keep us going.

So, you decide right now, right here. Are you gonna live in your sadness or are you gonna die in it?”

It shouldn’t matter if a mother isn’t perfect. It shouldn’t matter if she’s made one big, horrible mistake in the past, or a lot of little ones. If she wants to see her child, she should be allowed to see her, even if it’s just once.

it’s better to grow up knowing your imperfect mother is fighting for you than to grow up knowing she doesn’t give a shit about you.

I preferred the neglect over the verbal abuse.

Girls like me just didn’t seem to fit in with any family.

and sadly, justice and empathy couldn’t both fit inside that courtroom.

I think there’s room in a tragedy this size for everyone to be both right and wrong.