The beginning of the book was strong, and I found myself (as a Gen-Xer) relating to much of it. It's humbling when you think you are so unique, and then read statistics that describe yourself so accurately. But the 2nd half of the book lost me. I felt she didn't own her fault in her divorce (4 years of living separate lives, and she didn't see a problem?) and tried to gloss over the affect it will have on her own children. The premise - "In spite of everything" - that she ended up getting a divorce, but that somehow she made different choices than her parents; that she found a way to do it in a less-damaging way - wasn't proven. I cringed as I read about the post-divorce situation. And the final chapter seemed to candy coat where everyone ended up - trying to put a "happily ever after" where one doesn't exist. The honesty in the first half was lost when she became an active participant in her choices, rather than a victim of others'.