Figuring out life together after infidelity is absurd and jarring and miraculous and confusing and, ultimately, lethal to every party involved, requiring a total resurrection.
This book is a rare take on the infidelity memoir because it looks all of those things in the face and embraces them. It’s not a neat story, tied up in a bow at any point. But in the authenticity of the absurdity, the reader can find hope—not hope in a perfect ending, but hope that life can go on and people can change and laughter can return and the kids will be alright.
Thank you for writing this book.