Suzanne Finnamore didn’t see it coming. Well, she saw some things, for example, a cocktail napkin on which her husband had scribbled a Cole Porter love song and an indecipherable name, but she refused to acknowledge it. She was busy tending to their son and creating the perfect home. Until the night it all imploded. “I deserve happiness,” he said, which apparently translated into ousting her from his life. At once funny, sad, and unflinchingly fierce, this memoir will resonate with anyone who has endured the end of a relationship, and come out on the other side changed.