“Next to me N floats in a parachute of his own design: He wants the divorce; I don´t. He pushed me; I fell. I plummet; he pulls the ripcoard and feels a refreshing lack of weight or gravity.” — 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
