So Mama would have to sneak out and meet Daddy and go jitterbugging.

My son is going through a Daddy thing. It's always Dada, Dada, Dada. I'm like, 'What about me? Mama! I carried you around for nine months.' What did Tim do? He just had sex with me. It was all fun for Tim. All gain.

Those children have got a good home that they're in, but it's not mama and daddy.

I've always thought it was about finding the right person. But it's about choosing the right person, isn't it?

I'd sneak out of the house to meet girls at 3:30 a.m.

May be, Churchill had pointed out, I should stop trying so hard not to love Hardy, and accept the some part of me might always want him. "Some things," he said, "you just have to learn to live with."
"But you can't love someone new without getting over the last one."
"Why not?"
"Because then the new relationship is compromised."
Seeming amused, Churchill said that every relationship was compromised in one way or the other, and you were better off not picking at the edges of it.
I disagreed. I felt I needed to let Hardy go completely. I just didn't know how. I hoped someday I might meet someone so compelling that I could take the risk of loving again. But I had serious doubts such a man existed.