Excerpt: This continued, night after frustrating night. I felt myself losing. I was no longer in control. He was flat out manipulating me and my husband and knew it. Why wasn’t this working? I questioned my process, wishing the Brit nanny was there coaching me.
I may not be able to actually use the F-word to enhance my wishes at bedtime, but you know as I picture my cushy couch and that lonely wine glass awaiting me in the next room, I sure am thinking it.