Why this book exists
A focused place to understand what is happening
For thirty years, Lorraine had been married to a good man, and she was lonelier than she had ever been in her life, and she could not explain this to anyone, because there was nothing, on the surface, to explain. Her husband, Douglas, was, by every external measure, a good husband. He was faithful, reliable, hardworking, not unkind. They did not fight; in thirty years they had barely raised their voices. He provided, he was present, he was, everyone agreed, a decent man, and their marriage was, everyone agreed, a good marriage. And Lorraine, inside this good marriage, with this good man, was slowly dying of loneliness, of a loneliness so profound that some days she felt she might disappear entirely, and she could not say a word about it, because how.
The writing is designed to reduce shame, bring the underlying pattern into view and give you practical ways to respond without pretending that every life follows the same formula.
