Absolution by Ava HarrisonMy rating: 0 of 5 stars
#DNF 32%
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Heroine has an attraction for troubled men. Poor little thing.
She should spend some time on therapy so she does not get involved with douches and assholes.
Our hero is an alcoholic who neglects his children and prefers to work and drown in alcohol than to face life.
I really do not have sympathy for him. I know what it is to lose the husband and have to continue living and taking care of the family. The world does not revolve around us.
He has lost his wife but has children to care for and his family, but he is so selfish and egocentric that he only sees his own pain not supporting his children.
I bravely managed to read up to 32% and quit.
I just need to lose myself in my work, because the truth is when I’m not distracted, the pain is too much. It’s even worse when I’m around them.
Losing your wife is not a choice. Becoming a single father? Not a fucking choice, either.
Her mom. I haven’t been to a wedding without her.
After my wife died, she’s been the rock we all needed. A surrogate mother to my children. She watches them, cares for them, loves them in a way I just can’t.
Will it hurt to see a couple get married? How will it make me feel when I’ve lost my wife.
Normally, she might be my type, but ever since my wife died, no woman has piqued my interest.
I know. I felt that once. I had that. I know the feeling of everything revolving around one person and I also know the feeling—the stabbing feeling—of having it all ripped away.
He’s happy, and my life sucks. I have nothing.
This is my first wedding since I’ve lost my wife. Being here is a bitter pill to swallow.
Because as beautiful as he is, he’s not perfect. He’s not happy. He’s a shell. An imperfect shell.
Sydney isn’t looking back at me, Claire is. All desire fades from my body as I shake my head and stare down at the woman actually lying before me. What am I doing? What the fuck am I doing? As beautiful as she is, this isn’t right. I can’t have sex with another woman. I feel myself softening in my hand.
“She’s gone. My wife is fucking gone! It’s not going to be okay. Nothing will ever be okay.”
“I’m so sorry,” I whisper. Croak, really. “I thought . . . I thought I could do it.”
I know most would say daddy issues. And who the hell am I kidding? I have them. In spades.
“It wouldn’t matter. He’s either working or in bed.”
“What are you doing here?” “You invited me,” I whisper back, not knowing what else to say but the truth. He must have been drunk last night. How did I not see it? Jace Montgomery would never want to spend time with me.
Dad forgot to sign us up for camp this year.
“You want to go to the park with us, Dad?” Logan asks. Something in his voice makes me feel uncomfortable.
He needs an intervention. This is not okay for the kids.
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