“Life changes. And my life doesn’t have to look like yours in order for us to love each other. We get to love each other anyway.”
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“At first, sobriety was a buzzing in your ears and a fire in your bones. It was deafening. I was afraid you’d never be funny again. I was afraid we’d never stay up late talking. I was afraid you’d stolen the husband I knew. Now, though, it’s like the real you finally reached up out from under all the numb. You felt too much at first, raw, but that was a short season on the way to the quiet.”
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“Hi. My name is Seth Haines. I am a writer. I am an alcoholic.”
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“When our last boy was born in the left leg of my husband’s pajama pants (I should probably mention I was wearing them) while we rode the elevator up to the labor and delivery floor of Yale-New Haven Hospital, I had just birthed my third baby in three years.”