“I have a new mantra, which I chant softly to myself: "Oh My God Oh My God.” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I feel angry but not homocidal; this may be unlooked-for progress.” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I feel incendiary, a wildfire. My spirit licks at the gates of a very elaborate, customized, and distracting emotional Hades.” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“Divorce is a snakebite. One´s next thought should not be, Where am I going to find another snake ?” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“Already things are changing; it´s starting with small shit but oh it´s starting, the change, the irrevocable, impossible change.” — 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
“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
“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
“It´s like watching someone do a triple backflip dismount and land on two feet, solid, arms splayed in the air. I know… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“This is much easier than when N left. Our son is unable to grasp and simultaneously turn doorknobs yet. If only this… — 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
“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
“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
“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
“I am not ready to think of him as either insane or evil, to consider in full how I could love and… — 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
“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 travel back in time, falling back into what I know for certain, the historical data I cling to in order to… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“Bushwhacked, I examine my hands. Same hands. Rings still there but no longer valid.” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
He left a bit too easily and with obvious relief. His feet were swift and sure on the muddy path. — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“This people know where their husbands are. I would like to vomit. I would like to vomit my soul out.” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“The whole world seems tilted, my inner ear displaced by a hole where my spouse used to be.” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I know one thing about men," Bunny says with finality, leaving the room to check on A. "They never die when you… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“The real genesis is forbidden to me, vis-à-vis N´s inability to confess even the mildest transgressions.” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I want to own this transition, not to simply swallow the shame of it entire. I will push for every little irony.” — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“We talk. Darlene worries aloud that her husband works with a lot of attractive young women; she herself is fourty. I tell… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“They feel life is for the taking, and that everyone deserves happiness no matter what the cost. I must remember these tricks… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“I saw my reflection in their eyes, but not the men themselves, not clearly. This preserved the idea that all intelligent and… — 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.… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“ You get what you give," we will tell his sorry, selfish ass." The Betty Lady has spoken. I detect a Bronx… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“Soon he was online every night until one or two a.m. Often he would wake up at three of four a.m. and… — Suzanne Finnamore Copy Share Image
“This does not escape my notice, it is a context. I resent the fact of a context; my social status has shifted… — 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
