If I Break

These shoes look like they're straight out of 'The Wizard of Oz,' but since I'm like the tornado that blew you into Oz, I guess you can wear Dorothy's red slippers. And if I'm gone and seem lost, maybe you can do a little click and I'll find my way home.

I’ve wrapped myself up in him, something that no woman should do with any man.

–The Prince Charming myth is the other curse God created to punish Eve and every other woman for biting that stupid apple.

Why did you come after me? Why did you bring me this?" I thrust my hand in his face showcasing our ring. "Yeah, I brought it to you. You're my wife. Why the hell do you keep taking it off?

He’s the master of manipulation, the king of allure.

I was caught before I even knew I was being hunted,

I have a lot of confusion about his love for me, but what I have never been confused about is my love for him. I love Cal. That’s it. There’s been nothing I’ve been able to do to stop loving him yet. No matter how angry or how frustrated I get. He knows the exact moment, to do the exact thing to make me fall in love with him all over again.

He’s thinking, which is always a good sign.

A guy is supposed to put you on cloud nine and help you forget about your problems.

That longing feeling of missing him so much that I felt a part of me was missing, gone. That part of me would be returned in pieces, but not quite broken.

Love and hate crashing together in a never-ending battle that I fought within myself.

I have to let go. I have to let him go and believe that the future can take the place of my past.

The bags around my eyes can carry groceries. I look like I haven’t slept in days. I

I don’t want to be a part of your past. I want to be the only person to touch you in ways that give you chills, to whisper things that make you turn red. I know there are a lot of things that you want to know about me that I haven’t been exactly open with you about. But know that I love you; I’ve been in love with you longer than I’ve admitted to myself.

care about and what’s important to me.” “Lauren, that’s not true. If it were, when Angie called

The four-carat yellow diamond on my finger is a beautiful but painful reminder of the vows he broke. I

I expected his lack of response, but it hurts all the same. I’m pretty sure he regards me more as his personal high-class escort than his wife. I

The loneliest time of my life didn’t begin until I married the one person I would have given my life for.

Nothing is certain now. The bond between us, once so real—so tangible, I believed in it with every ounce of my being—is now in tatters. Whatever we had has been lost, our home void of warmth and love and filled with anger instead. We are participants in a war of words that continues to be recycled over and over again.

I hate the fact that I still get chills when he touches me. I wish I would cringe instead. I hate it even more that he knows the effect he has on me.

He lifts me up and carries me inside to our bed. This is what he does, after all. He’s the master of manipulation, the king of allure. He knows me inside and out—