Reading, for me, is entertainment and an escape from the real world. But it can also inform and stretch the boundaries of the life I live.
Perhaps, when she had gone, he would talk to me at last, about loving me, about being happy. Up to now, there had been no time. And anyway, those things are not easily said. They must wait their moment.
That poor, foolish, stupid girl. It can be so easy, when one is young and naive and lacking self-esteem, to convince yourself that a dysfunctional relationship is normal. That a man you desperately love for reasons that have nothing to do with the person he really is, has justifiable reasons for treating you badly.