When my cell phone rang, I'd just finished cutting up my marriage mattress.

Because nobody knows you better than somebody who knew you way back then.

Maybe part of find what you wanted was recognizing what you didn't want. Maybe there was hope for me yet.

There’s life after divorce, Sarah,’ my father proclaimed, not that he’d ever been divorced.

Maybe deep down inside we were all still in our formative years. Maybe it was never too late for any of us to change.

I'd spent so many years doing things I didn't really want to do for people I didn't really like.