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290 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 18, 2017

"Admittedly, I haven’t been exactly celibate since Mari left me."
"there has never been a time in our entire relationship when Santos wasn’t cheating on me. Not in college. Not when we first got married. Not when I was pregnant. Not ever."
"How could you do this to me? To us? How could you humiliate me like that in front of everyone we know? Do you know what that’s like?"
"You’re not sorry for doing it; you’re sorry you got caught"
“So it never occurred to you that you kissed these whores on the mouth, probably right after they got done sucking someone else’s dick without a condom, did it?”
“God, Santos. It’s a wonder I don’t have herpes in my mouth, you asshole.”
"How many more pieces of myself can be broken before I disappear forever?"
"Have I really changed my patterns enough for Mari to trust me again? Obviously not since I just got a blow job from some random chick."
“You’re saying Santos cheated on me for all those years because he might have a medical condition that exacerbates his stupid superstitions?”
“I call bullshit.”
“Why?”
“Why?” I laugh, humorlessly. “Because we were married for ten years. He could have easily come home and gotten his ‘medical condition,’” I sarcastically use air quotes, “… under control with me. But he didn’t. He chose to go out and bang any groupie who was willing to spread her legs for him. No way. He made a choice. Every time.”
“Mari, the kind of trust I broke doesn’t take weeks or months to rebuild. It takes years. Years. You have every right to doubt me. I can promise all day long, but in the end, the only way to help you feel better is to show you. Never be sorry for looking. Never be sorry for reminding me not to let my guard down. This is how we’re going to rebuild what was broken. Together.”


"I demand respects because I deserve respect."