One Thing I Can Tell

He Was Afraid That The Secrets She'd Kept Would Always Be Here, Inside Him, An Ugly Malignant Thing Lodged Near Enough To His Heart To Upset Its Rhythm, And Though It Could Be Removed, Cut Out, There Would Always Be Scars; Bits And Pieces Of It Would Remain In His Blood, Making It Wrong Somehow, So That If He Accidentally Sliced His Skin Open, His Blood Would--for One Heartbeat--flow As Black As India Ink Before It Remembered That It Should Be Red.

At One Point, She'd Wanted To Hurl The Whole Breakfast At The Wall. And Then She'd Remember Why It Was That Men Had Temper Tantrums And Women Didn't: Cleanup.

We Women Make Choices For Others, Not For Ourselves, And When We Are Mothers, We...bear What We Must For Our Children. You Will Protect Them. It Will Hurt You; It Will Hurt Them. Your Job Is To Hide That Your Heart Is Breaking And Do What They Need You To Do.

Finding Your Passion Isn't Just About Careers And Money. It's About Finding Your Authentic Self. The One You've Buried Beneath Other People's Needs.

He Is A Man, And He Is Afraid. This Is Not A Good Combination.