Dear Debbie Quotes

“Debbie always says you can’t reason someone out of a mindset they didn’t reason themselves into.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“After nearly half a century of life, I’ve realized that the only person who is truly looking out for my best interests is myself.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“In life and motherhood, especially motherhood of teenagers, you have to pick your battles.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“Sometimes, enough is enough...”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“I remind myself that I earned every single imperfection in my body”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“I swear on our children’s lives”—I place a hand on my chest—“I did not shoot Ken Bryant with your gun.”
And it’s true.
I used Jesse’s gun.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“If I didn’t force myself to go to the gym several times a week, I would murder everyone on my block.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“people who own a gun are more likely to shoot a family member than an intruder.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“only person who is truly looking out for my best interests is myself.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“It hit me while I was driving back from the shipyard last night. It’s called Punish Your Husband.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“Rich bitches, rich bitches, rich bitches.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“However, my most unforgivable crime of all was naming her Alexa. In my defense, how was I supposed to know Alexa would become a thing?”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“Everything that happened was simply…karma.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“But most of all, I don’t like the way he looks at Lexi. There’s something in his expression that makes me uneasy. It’s something I’ve seen before—a memory that I can’t ever block out.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“The hold music is a Taylor Swift song. I generally like Taylor Swift music”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“The next time your husband wakes you up from his snoring, take your pillow off the bed, and hold it over his face. Then with your hands, apply medium to firm pressure over the center of the pillow.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“Taking my time, I open the door. But before I do, I snatch the box cutter that we keep in a cabinet in the foyer and slip it into the small pocket in the skirt of my dress. Just in case.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“I’m glad Cooper is treating you well,” Cindy says, “because if he’s not…” We exchange a meaningful look. “Same,” I say. Cooper has been really good to me. But I’m not too worried. Cindy and I will look out for each other. Nobody will take advantage of me ever again.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“couldn’t let him get away with it. I had to help Cindy. And that’s why I decided to put a bullet in his head and blame it all on Jesse Hutchinson.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“Cindy Bryant believes with all her heart that she owes me everything. Nearly two years ago, she wrote me a letter at Dear Debbie describing the financial abuse by her husband. When I begged her to leave him and told her to contact me, she did exactly that. But it turned out we were more connected than we thought.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“There’s something I need to ask you though.” He rubs the back of his neck. “And I need you to tell me the truth.” “Okay…” His brows scrunch together. “Do you promise to tell me the truth?” “I promise,” I say, hoping it’s a promise I can keep. “Did you shoot Ken Bryant with my gun?” I flinch. He must have gone over to Ken’s house. He must’ve seen him lying dead with the bullet wound in his head. He thinks I might have killed him, but instead of calling the police, he ran to find me. “I swear on our children’s lives”—I place a hand on my chest—“I did not shoot Ken Bryant with your gun.” And it’s true. I used Jesse’s gun.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“I think,” he says, “we need couples therapy.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“I was raped in college,” I say. “That’s why I dropped out.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“I need you to know something, Debbie.” “Okay…” He takes a deep breath and squares his shoulders. “I have a drinking problem.” I blink at him. It’s not what I expected him to say.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“The colorful flowers in my garden look a lot like windflowers, but that’s not what they are. Yes, I grow opium poppies in my garden.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“He didn’t seem like he would ever hurt me. When did that change?”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“Tomorrow will be interesting.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“But very soon, I won’t be the other woman anymore. Cooper is the one. The more time I spend with him, the more certain I am that it’s true. And very soon, Debbie will know it too.”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“And I love your dress, Debbie.” Her gaze rakes over the yellow dress I put on to replace the bloody one. “It makes you look older.” When she notices the look on my face, she quickly adds, “But in a good way.” While I’m trying to work out in my brain how telling a middle-aged woman she looks older could ever be construed as a compliment (spoiler: it can’t),”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie

“one. “It makes you look older.” When she notices the look on my face, she quickly adds, “But in a good way.” While I’m trying to work out in my brain how telling a middle-aged woman she looks older could ever be construed as a compliment (spoiler: it can’t),”
― Freida McFadden, Dear Debbie