Fall To Pieces: A Memoir Of Drugs, Rock 'N' Roll, And Mental Illness - Plot & Excerpts
She had been with him since the beginning, he said; often, she had financially supported them both. She never lost faith in him. He loved her; he loved me differently. How could he leave her now, just as what they’d both worked for was about to come to fruition? Couldn’t I please be patient and wait to see how it played out? Every one of these phone calls just made me feel more foolish. More stupid. I’d traipsed all over Europe after him, and during our last hours together, I was on my knees begging him not to leave. I would’ve done anything to erase those memories from my brain; they were so painful, even shameful. I didn’t know why I was expected to be understanding. I had a life, damn it. I had my own tiny cottage in Hollywood, just off Melrose, an even tinier studio in Manhattan’s Murray Hill neighborhood, a good career, and family and friends who loved me. It should’ve been enough to sustain me until I either got over this damn man or figured out what was going on inside me that kept me feeling overwhelmed and stupid.
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