So Much To Unlearn Book Novels & Stories

“Raging behind a wall. That kind of rage doesn’t come from something small.” My mind flashes back to the shower—those massive paws, those eyes. Goosebumps prickle along my arms. “Principle two,” he continues. “Fear is information. Not a master. You can acknowledge it without obeying it.” “I’ve been obeying fear my entire life,” I admit. “Then we unlearn that,” he says simply. “That easy?” “Nothing about this is easy,” he says. “But it is simple. You do the work, or you don’t. You decide whether you remain the girl the pack threw away… or become something they’ll beg not to anger.”

"Great-Grandma Elena, will your book tell people how our family learned to be happy after bad things happened?" "Yes, sweetie. It will tell people that families can get through anything when they choose love, forgiveness, and building cool stuff instead of staying broken." Uncle Thomas cleared his throat. "Elena, I hope you'll be honest about how I almost destroyed everything. People need to know that people can change, but it takes real effort, not just apologies." "Thomas, your change is really important," Elena said warmly, which still surprised me after seven years of watching them heal. "You prove that people can get better, even after bad mistakes."

What if I’d let someone else teach her how to be bitter, how to hurt first before she could be hurt? I stood slowly, feeling older than I had in years. As I left the room, Bonnie’s voice followed me, small but sharp. “I don’t like Mama Celeste.” I paused in the doorway. “You don’t have to,” I said without turning around. “But you will be kind.” I walked away with one truth echoing louder than anything else: This wasn’t just about discipline anymore. It was about unlearning poison before it finished taking root.

From learning and unlearning, side by side. And we were still learning. Still choosing. Still falling.

Zora said while tears streamed down her face. "You deserve someone better. I am not worthy of you. I am a mess," Zora said in tears but surprisingly Martin kissed her. "Hey, no one is a mess because they had a messy life. Human beings are like soap, the fact that you fell on the ground does not mean the soap is now dirty. Pick it up and wash it and the soap is as good as new. You had a messy life but you didn't stay on the ground. You did something for yourself. Forget the past and focus on being a better person for the future," Martin said after the kiss.

“I just don’t need to feel this way anymore. ” “You won’t feel this way forever,” Dr. Whittaker said tenderly. “But it takes time and self-compassion. You’ve gone through a long time learning this pattern, so unlearning it'll take patience.” The tears slipped down her cheeks now, he rapidly wiped them away with the sleeve of her sweater. “I don’t know how to be understanding with myself. ” “That’s a start,” he said with a soft smile. “Admitting that you simply don’t know how to give yourself elegance is the first step in learning how ”

I said emphasizing on (Miss Grey). "So why are you talking like it's a bad thing?" Aren't you happy with the position you get?" She asked staring at me. No I'm not f**king happy about being some rich cocky woman's personal assistant. I'm a designer, I design clothes and draw my own ideas. See I told you all about my sister, she only care about herself and her damn Job. I spent four years in college studying fashion design not business. Stupid ass!!!! "Katie are you serious right now? I didn't applied for a damn PA position, I study fashion design in college so that's what I signed up for" I said upsetting.

Training was something I did for myself and I was addicted to it. Ultimately though, I decided to skip it in favor of a nice long nap. As exhausted as I was, I was glad I took the time to walk home and think about my past and what I wanted for my future. It was too easy to see what people like the Andersons had and let it suck me in, making me forget how loving someone gave them the power to crush you. I needed a reality check.

And nothing will ever change that. END OF BOOK TWO: DON'T LEAVE

70 THEA Goodbye... What's good in goodbyes? I wonder why there are some points in our lives when we need to get hurt just to learn some lessons. I wonder why some people would come to our lives and then would stay but most people would just come and go. So quick. No excuse. No warnings. No heads up. They just leave…. so suddenly. So easily. I wonder why people do that. I wonder why how a person can easily leave forgetting all the things and times that you two shared together.