This is a gut-wrenchingly accurate account of the experience of divorce. The book is told with a sense of humour and honesty that is uncommon. The author writes the book in a memoir format. She explains in painstakingly detail the stress of being a working mother and trying to make sense of the quick unraveling of her marriage.
I was awestruck by how intertwined I became with Morrison’s account of her divorce. I was transformed by the possibility of writing a story of her divorce without any hint of anger. I think I felt a lot more anger reading her book than she did writing it. Maybe that is one of the cathartic benefits of writing a memoir-the pain and anger that the author once felt seem to melt away as the author continues to transcribe her feelings and allowing them to melt into the page as she is writing about them in the minutest detail. It must be a great release to write such an emancipatory book.
A few things really stuck with me while I was reading the book. First, sometimes we don’t know why marriages end. It’s almost as if there is no real rhyme or reason to it as Morrison shows. Second, Morrison describes grief as a river. It is not something that stays the same but it is something that keeps changing as time goes on. In other words, you can grow with and through your grief and learn all the important lessons that there are to learn. And lastly, the end of a marriage does not necessarily have to signal the end of a person’s love life. As Falling Apart in One Piece shows, it is possible to go on and move on, one small step at a time.