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Displaying her trademark sensitivity, insight and humour, #1 New York Times–bestselling writer Gayle Forman’s stunning debut adult novel shows us that sometimes you have to leave home in order to find it again.
For every woman who has ever fantasized about driving right past her exit on the highway instead of going home to make dinner, for every woman who has ever dreamt of boarding a train to a place where no one needs constant attention … meet Maribeth Klein. A harried working mother who’s so busy taking care of her husband and twins, she doesn’t even realize that she’s had a heart attack.
Afterward, surprised to discover that her recuperation seems to be an imposition on those who rely on her, Maribeth does the unthinkable—she packs a bag and leaves. But, as is so often the case, once we get where we’re going we see our lives from a different perspective. Far from the demands of family and career and with the help of liberating new friendships, Maribeth is finally able to own up to the secrets she has been keeping from herself and those she loves.
With big-hearted characters—husbands, wives, friends and lovers—who stumble and trip, grow and forgive, Leave Me is about facing the fears we’re all running from. #1 New York Times–, USA Today– and Wall Street Journal–bestselling author Gayle Forman is a dazzling observer of human nature. She has written an irresistible novel that confronts the ambivalence of modern motherhood head-on and asks, what happens when a grown woman runs away from home?
341 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 6, 2016
She felt so caught out. She’d thought she’d done everything right. She’d spent her entire life making lists, following through, keeping everything in check, all to make sure this kind of thing would never happen.
And look where it had gotten her. Just fucking look.

“So it’s okay if I go back to the office?”
No. It wasn’t okay. She hurt all over. She wasn’t ready to be left alone with her mother, with the kids. She was scared.
“Of course it is,” she said.
Selfish! She was being selfish? All she did was take care of everyone else. For the first time in her life, she needed to be taken care of, and this was what she got? She felt tears of rage come to her eyes and then shame because damn him if she was going to cry.
Selfish?
Jason. Elizabeth. Her mother. They could all go to hell.
She was tired. The twins were getting angry at her for not healing fast enough, for not doing bedtime often enough, for not walking them to school. She could feel Jason’s impatience, too, in every which way. He’d been spooning her tight in the mornings, so she could feel his hard-on pressed right into the small of her back. It reminded her of after her C-section, when he’d been so full of pent-up desire it had felt like a threat.

