Raw and so honest, Deb—it’s why I’ll always pick up your stories to read.

I had so many thoughts as I read this—but you made me reflect upon how relationships truly can be as addicting as drugs.

It’s far too easy to confuse it with love…I’m glad in a way, he found someone else: it gave you the out to make you walk away. Had he not, I fear what could have been. But it’s a strange and awkward feeling to be happy for a painful moment —that only is clear later on in life?!

I can still feel your love for him—for who he could have been and for the beautiful moments you did have…..

Thanks for another memoir lesson—powerful. 💗💗🤍