“I love you as the mother of my child": the kiss of death. Mother of His Child: demotion. I am beginning to… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“Any way I slice reality it comes out poorly, and I feel an urge to not exist, something I have never felt… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“Why is edamame always ready to expire? It´s so urgent for a vegetable. Edamame. It sounds like an assisted form of suicide.… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I mentally bless and exonerate anyone who has kicked a chair out from beneath her or swallowed opium in large chunks. My… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“To keep myself from harming or calling N and to stave off the rage and despair, I focus on my extraordinary son, drink midrange… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“The Betty Lady explains love and splitting up: "It´s like playing the shell game with Jesus. You can´t figure anything out; it´s best not… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“ Gains There is no man in the house that I have to try to make happy. There are no more arguments, or nights… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“This is much worse than losing a cat. You do not wish the cat dead, for example, after the first two days. You still… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“How can I grieve what is still in motion?" I ask her. "Shoes are still dropping all over the place. I´m not kidding," I… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I've felt basically lucky ever since, almost every day of my life. That's something else love should make you feel. It should make you… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I have a new mantra, which I chant softly to myself: "Oh My God Oh My God.” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
