#divorce

Why don’t you just pretend that the asshole dropped dead? You can’t call or write to a dead man. Put a couple of candles in front of his picture, say a few Hail Marys, and get it over with. ↗

— Isabel Lopez

#divorce #lost-love #separation #dreams

Why did we divorce? I guess you could say we had trouble synchronizing. You know that carnival ride where two cages swing in opposite directions, going higher and higher until they go over the top? That was us. We passed each other all the time, but we never actually stopped in the same place until it was time to get off the ride. ↗

— Diane Hammond

#divorce #imagery #true-artistry #dreams

Marriage is what you make of it, and God has many versions of what that looks like based on what different souls need, in order to grow. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#different #divorce #everyone-is-different #experiences #love

God Hates divorce." "He hates cruelty even more." Caring For Eleanor ↗

— Sonia Rumzi

#eleanor #god #love #loving #novel

No kid in the world, no woman in the world should ever raise a hand against a no-good daddy. That's already been taken care of: A Man Who Destroys His Own Home Shall Inherit the Wind. ↗

— Dick Gregory

#advice #broken-families #divorce #hope #kids

Darling Daddy, This is Rose. The shed needs new wires now it has blown up. Caddy is bringing home rock-bottom boyfriends to see if they will do for Mummy. Instead of you. Love, Rose. ↗

— Hilary McKay

#fathers-and-daughters #little-girl #notes #family

It is hundreds of tiny threads of memories, which sew people together through the years. Despite, their mental separation they stay woven into that tapestry out of habit, emotion, obsession or fear. ↗

— Shannon L. Alder

#dysfunctional-families #family #marriage #relationships #family

Divorced?' 'Separated.' He tested his thumb against the pricks of the rose. 'Women. They say you got all the freedom. Then you give them their freedom, and they don't want it.' ("Novelty") ↗

— John Crowley

#freedom #marriage #women #freedom

She had golden blazing sun kissed hair, which hung down in loose, lazy spirals, a heart shaped pouted mouth, which was pink tinged with violet blushing, wide, spangled blue eyes that glimmered sparks to flicker and ember in the vivid intelligence of the moon’s love, and a yielding body, that seem to tangle in loose rhythm as I walked near to her. (If you are interested in reading more, this book is available on Amazon. FREE for KDP Members) ↗

— Keira D. Skye

#fishing #ghost #ghosts #halloween #killing

I remember one desolate Sunday night, wondering: Is this how I´m going to spend the rest of my life? Marrid to someone who is perpetually distracted and somewhat wistful, as though a marvelous party is going on in the next room, which but for me he could be attending? ↗

— Suzanne Finnamore

#cheating #deception #divorce #infidelity #marriage