The Wife

This is my memoir. I know what you’re thinking—what kind of an unexceptional egocentric thirty-something-year-old writes a memoir? I’ll tell you—someone that had life figured out by kindergarten and, by college, was destined to take on the world with a certifiably impenetrable heart. I was religiously raised thinking that I would never ever screw things up the way my parents had, and unlike most marriages, mine really was meant to be happily forever after, that’s until I realized I am really just one in six billion. We aren’t so different. I am no stranger to love and fear.