"I remember the night you said to me, ‘Just stop the car! I can’t do this!’
It was just a temporary argument, but I could hear the permanent resentment in your voice.
You hated me. It was over.
I knew it when you started saying ‘Love ya,’ instead of ‘I love you.’
I cried. For days, weeks, months.
Going through the motions as if nothing had changed, just waiting for you to end it all.
One day, I came home and I could feel the emptiness.
Your clothes were gone, and so were you. You left me.
It’s a year and a half later, and I’m still waiting for you to walk right through that door and kiss me.
What a fool I must be, right?"
"One thing I have learned from many years of watching my father is that some people, the best ones, are motivated more by the chance to prove themselves than by a command to serve. It is the work itself that calls them onward, especially if they believe they are the only ones who can do it."