What the mind needs to know sometimes is that there is someone there to make things better for you. Someone in your corner.
I know what you did. I know that I have PTSD from it. And I know that you’ll never, ever, ever control me ever again.[to Sean]
Writing is where I go to be honest about how I feel. Sometimes it’s really the only way for me to know what it is that I’m feeling.
I know. I’m well aware of just how completely alone and f***ed I am. But I’m not gonna pick glass out of Maddy’s hair again. It’s just not gonna happen.[to Sean]
It’s a lot easier to write the truth than it is to say it out loud. Nobody can take writing away from you. Nobody can tell you that you’re wrong, or your words are wrong. Because they’re not. You’re right, and your words are f***ing right. Because they’re yours.
I’m gonna have to write “not applicable” on it, because that’s what you are, you are not applicable. You are not my character witness. You cannot speak on my behalf. You can’t even buy me a f***ing burger on the worst week of my entire f***ing life. You are the s***tiest mother on the planet.[to Paula]