An honest and emotional memoir of a woman experiencing the uncertainty of her future life as a divorced mother, and exploring her own broken family history.
I pictured myself as somehow exempt. I was the woman from the neighborhood of fleece jackets and free-range chickens who’s “evolved,” who’s committed to the “good divorce,” who’s not really like all the other divorcing parents in the room. But now I realize I’m just as much a part of this as everyone else here who imagined not so long ago that they, too, were better than this.
On a fall afternoon, Theo Pauline Nestor put a chicken in the oven and made a phone call to her bank. That quick conversation quickly led to the discovery that her husband had been gambling. Again. By the time she took the chicken out, she’d ended her twelve-year marriage and was looking down the barrel of a new life on her own with two daughters. Suddenly in charge of the household, Nestor weathers a seemingly never-ending storm of overwhelming financial and parental responsibilities.Eager not to pass on her and her family’s legacy of divorce, she reopens old wounds, uncovering secrets and a new understanding of the women who came before her.
In How to Sleep Alone in a King-Size Bed, Theo navigates the rollercoaster of life as a divorcée. From shouldering the bulk of her children’s needs and coping with co-parenting stress through the highs and lows of a new relationship with an old flame, Nestor learns how to not just endure, but sometimes even thrive, as a divorced mom of two with humor, courage, and grace.
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