A memoir about a mother who is a lesbian, and a struggles with leaving her husband which resulted in losing her son. It’s frustrating to read, it sometimes can feel like she’s giving up because all she feels capable doing is writing. Which is heartening because nobody, no system, can take that away from her. I can imagine many readers find her negativity incredibly infuriating but I liked it. Her pessimism was like poetry, I love the way she writes. “Before I wanted everything to go smoothly, now I’ve realised that nobody owes anybody anything”. “No great life is complete without a trial, you have to ruffle a few feathers, you can’t just be a good little child all your life”. Even when she’s talking about the finality of her new lover, “I wonder whether it’ll end like it always does, exchanging keys in a cafe, and when”- it’s so poetic?!