She’s begging to be accepted for the person beneath the public face. And I see her. The beautifully imperfect woman who’s spent her life feeling as if she was never good enough for the people who were supposed to love her unconditionally.
Life had a way of showing you that sometimes you had only as much control as it allowed. Fate had never been particularly kind to me, and I had a bad feeling that it wasn’t even close to finished yet. I only hoped I was strong enough to handle whatever was in store for me next.
It’s no secret to any woman that men turn into big babies when they are sick. Jake got the flu last year, and Rose almost strangled him before it was over. A woman can work twelve hours with PMS and a heavy flow and not complain; men can stub their toe and be bedbound for a month.