Why this book exists
A focused place to understand what is happening
She was, by universal agreement, wonderful at that dinner. She asked Priya about the move, and remembered the name of Priya's mother, and asked after her too. She defused the thing between Rob and his brother before it became the thing it becomes. She noticed that the woman at the end, the one nobody had spoken to, had been holding the same glass for forty minutes, and went and sat beside her and drew out the best story of the night. She did the plates. She said the right thing about the pudding, which was not good. Ask anybody at that table and they would tell you she is one of the loveliest people they know. Here is what was happening inside her. A low, steady hum of rage she could not have named and would have been horrified to admit. She was.
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.
