“To keep myself from harming or calling N and to stave off the rage and despair, I focus on my extraordinary son,… — 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… — 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… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“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
“Although I notice there is never a truly good time to have a nice long chat with one´s mother-in-law, unless you are… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“How do you know? How best to ensure his nervous breakdown?" I ask. "Keep going," Christian says. "Just go on as if… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“Naturally, I do blame Françoise. I blame her for having N in the first place. She was young, she was beautiful, she… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“God is great and God is good," Lisa says. "But where are the Apache attack helicopters when you need them?” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“Together we agree that there are few tableaus more pathetic than a woman poring over a plethora of self-help books, while in… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I remember one desolate Sunday night, wondering: Is this how I´m going to spend the rest of my life? Marrid to someone… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I review what I know once again, confronting the monolith now alien and almost unconnected to me: my marriage.” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“So many events and moments that seemed insignificant add up. I remember how for the last Valentine´s Day, N gave flowers but… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“There is that, and there is also the Irreconcilable Differences line. It seems so catchall, so vague. You could say that about… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I know my vision is impaired and cannot be trusted with even the simplest tasks, much less dating. Not that I´ve come… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I am replete with stamina in finding out every single fact I can about this whole affair. Yet, I think, do I… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I´m just not sending out the right vibe lately. Perhaps the fact that I wear stained sweatpants and free T-shirts is holding… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I used to loathe ambivalence; now I adore it. Ambivalence is my new best friend.” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“Take me now, God!" I shout to the inky sky. "I´m ready." "You´re not ready. You´re not even divorced yet," Bunny says.… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“How could you do that to me?" I repeat. I don´t have to itemize. He knows what I speak of. Eventually N… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“He announces that lately he keeps losing things. "Like your wife and child," I want to say, but don´t. At fourty, I´ve… — 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
