I am not a model wife. I can’t be. No matter how much I love him, it won’t be enough.

I spent a lot of time writing about tax and pensions and mortgages.

He lied all the time, about everything. Even when he didn't need to, even when there was no point. ... Tom's whole life was constructed on lies — falsehoods and half-truths told to make him look better, stronger, more interesting than he was. And I bought them. I fell for them all. ... I wonder whether [I] would have loved the weaker, flawed, unembellished version. I think I would. I would have forgiven his mistakes and his failures. I have committed enough of my own.

some battles aren’t worth fighting.

I am no longer just a girl on the train,

I'm well aware that there is no job more important than that of raising a child, but the problem is that it isn't valued.