Rebecca and Hal had a normal marriage. Four kids, a house, jobs that paid the bills. They also had resentment that sometimes teetered on hatred, years of no sex, a handful of affairs, and long-simmering anger. Then one night, Hal felt knots in his stomach. Several doctor appointments later, he discovered he had stage four pancreatic cancer, and four months later, he was dead. He was 44. This book chronicles the months before Hal’s death—and Rebecca’s rebirth after he was gone. With incredible honesty, Rebecca reflects on how her husband’s illness finally gave her the space to make peace with his humanity and her own: to love and to loathe him;to celebrate and criticize him, and finally, to forgive him and herself for escaping a marriage they no longer wanted.