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336 pages, Hardcover
First published September 17, 2013

"I once read an article in a women's magazine that said it's a really bad sign when you and your spouse stop arguing. It means that you've given up and no longer care about saving your marriage. I hope that's not true."
"We're the Cantons. Sun-kissed, all-American, picture-perfect. By all appearances, we're the ideal suburban family. As long as you don't look too closely."
"I realize that these are not the thoughts of a happily married woman, but at the moment I am not very happily married."
"I can almost handle that Chris is gone all the time. It's his job and I understand that. But what I struggle with is that even when he's home, his time is not his own. The kids take whatever he can give them - as they should - and then there's me, hoping to lay claim to whatever's left. But there is never anything left."
"In all the years we'd been together, I'd never experienced anything quite as heartbreaking as watching the lights of my golden boy fade."
"I wonder how many marriages are fractured and damaged beyond repair by complacency rather than any single traumatic event."
"Maybe that's how it starts. You stumble upon something that helps you cope, full a void. Makes you feel something different than what you currently feel. You know in the long run it probably won't be good for you, but you do it anyway. Tell yourself you can handle it. And before you know it you're in so deep that you can't find your way back out."
"I would never cheat on Chris… I still love him. I just don't feel very connected to him right now."
"There's a man downstairs who has every right to be in this bed with me, but he isn't interested. And there's a man who doesn't have any right at all, yet he sounds as thought he'd give just about anything for the opportunity. I have never felt more alone."
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If I were to ascribe a color to this book it would be beige. Not eggshell, not brilliant white. Beige. For how effing colorless and bland it was. Whoosh.
"We're the Cantons. Sun-kissed, all-American, picture-perfect. By all appearances, we're the ideal suburban family. As long as you don't look too closely."
"I would never cheat on Chris… I still love him. I just don't feel very connected to him right now."
"There's a man downstairs who has every right to be in this bed with me, but he isn't interested. And there's a man who doesn't have any right at all, yet he sounds as thought he'd give just about anything for the opportunity. I have never felt more alone."





I miss my kids and my house...I miss Claire
We’re the Cantons. Sun-kissed, all-American, picture-perfect. By all appearances, we’re the ideal suburban family. As long as you don’t look too closely.
In all the years we’d been together, I’d never experienced anything quite as heartbreaking as watching the lights of my golden boy fade.
I set the phone on the nightstand and take a deep breath. There’s a man downstairs who has every right to be in this bed with me, but he isn’t interested. And there’s a man who doesn’t have any right at all, yet he sounds as though he’d give just about anything for the opportunity. I have never felt more alone.
Maybe love is like a pendulum. It swings back and forth, slowly, steadily, and sometimes you don’t know where it will come to rest.
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