Spoiler Alert: The Hero Dies: A Memoir of Love, Loss, and Other Four-Letter Words

by Michael Ausiello

I needed wine to drown out my suspicions that, despite his unequivocal denials every time I point-blank asked him, he had fallen off the infidelity wagon again, this time with a guy named Todd, an up-and-coming interior designer he’d met through his current gig as head photographer at Manhattan’s foremost vintage midcentury furniture shop, Wyeth, and who spoke the same design language as Kit, and, as bad luck would have it, was the spitting image of his ultimate celebrity crush, Olympic diver Tom Daley. I needed wine to live with the part of me that felt like a pushover for not trusting my gut about Kit’s infidelity because, if I did, it would mean I’d have to finally make good on my threat to leave him. I needed wine to silence the voices in my head that pointed out all the instances where I chose my job over my relationship. I needed wine to calm the part of me that worried that Kit, after eleven years, was finally coming to the realization that he could do better than me.