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me because I’m what’s left.”
Andy’s mother worships Jesus the way Memphis worships Elvis.
The numbers are unsettling,
It’s all about you.”
And I wonder, not for the first time, how Ms. Mues can dwell in darkness fifty-two times a year and still see so clearly while my own mother, a creature of sunlight and shine, sees nothing at all.
I forgive him for not being what I want and am thankful for his being what I need.
when it comes to nightmares, we are each truly on our own.
Why do you always have to make things ugly?
I’ve always wondered why, if what he was doing to you was so horrible, you didn’t tell on him sooner…”
survive. We were together before you showed up and we’ll be together after you leave.
She will choose him.
I win by default; there is no one else in the race….
it’s not about numbers with us,
My biggest mistake is in believing there are limits to how bad it can get.
If you don’t count incest, I’m still a virgin.
A victim soul is a pious individual chosen to absorb the suffering of others.
She’s praying for him to want to live.
Two people, four arms. Strong numbers.
We wait to be rescued, but for whatever reason, no one comes. We figure that if no one protects us then we must not be worth protecting so we become prey and are easily picked off. Our wounded, kicked-puppy gazes attract sly predators and we sell ourselves for clearance sale prices, mistaking screwing for caring.
mothers’ twisted boyfriends said they loved us, too, right before they broke our bones and tore our tissue, right before they made us receive them.
only there isn’t anything left to give because we based our worth on the lowlifes
Why did you have to ruin our family?”
