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from me. My father. My
husband. My child.
vowed to get
but his presence is a
reminder that betrayal lurks around every corner.
underestimating my commitment for
to a woman like me,
hell hath no fury.
a tale for the tender-hearted, the judgmental, or those who refuse to think
outside the box and look at the broader picture. Those who think that
everything is black and white. Simple. Cut and dry.
There’s always shades of gray.
to say “I’d never” when you’re sitting safely at home with the people you love
most right by your side. When grief hasn’t woven itself so deeply in the fabric
of your DNA that it can never be unraveled. There can be no separation. And
even if you try, it would only result in you becoming a frayed and tangled
to say you’d never walk the treacherous moral tightrope. But you aren’t the one
who plummeted to the depths of hell, littered with the agony of loss and the
anger of injustice, and had to claw your way out.
isn’t scrawled in bold black ink on pristine white pages. Marred, torn, and
blood-spattered, its chapters hold deep gouges inflicted by betrayal.
is about a woman who had everything taken from her.
took it all back.
currently lives on the southeastern coast of the U.S., enjoys long walks on the
beach, running, reading, people watching, and singing karaoke. If you’re in the
mood for some killer homemade mojitos, can’t recall the lyrics to a particular
80’s song, or just need to hang around a nonconformist who will do almost
anything for a laugh, she’s your girl.